I tried PiYo on Sunday morning. It's a combination of Pilates and Yoga. It goes for an hour and a half (really an hour and fifteen minutes, but then there's the mandatory Erin-Coffee-Run that's 15 minutes long). Ducky has done yoga since grasshoppers learned to sing. She's flexible. I'm not. PiYo asked that we lay on our backs and casually toss our feet up over our heads. I laughed a lot at how my body is obviously not that of a yogi. Instead of folding in half, I folded in about 1/3. There are mysterious tools involved in PiYo, like a strap, a mat and a wee little foam block that Ducky put near my mat. We didn't use that little foam block, but I stared at it the whole lesson wondering how in the hell it would be incorporated into the class. I had a lot of fun.
The moral of today's story: don't trust Ducky with foam blocks. She uses them for intimidation purposes only.
An Erinku:
My feet on ground; in air
my feet won't meet
my face today.
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