Y is for Yoga I Can’t Attend

yogaYoga is free at the new hospital in town on Monday and Thursday nights.  I don’t get to go to Yoga anymore.  I have to work those nights.

I never went to yoga for the psychobabble mumbo jumbo – no  I went for the stretching.  I couldn’t care less about the mind, spirit body connection.  What I care about is my limbs feeling like they’ve endured some strange sadistic rope torture.

I need the stretching, I need to be put on the rack and pulled out.  Nothing feels as good as stretching my legs and back so far they nearly become disjointed.  I miss yoga.  I think I’m going to see if netflix has a yoga program I can do at home after work.

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