If there were any doubt in your mind about how much I loathe Yoga X, then the fact that over the course of these 90 days, this routine more than any other, has been accomplished at a time other than first thing in the morning, like it was again today, ought to cement the notion forever. I finished at 7:15 p.m. this time. Another Saturday battling the fallen leaves with the leaf blower left me with little drive to spend time with Tony.
But it's done. And soon, so will I be.
Middle aged white man tied to a desk all day is turning 40 in 2012. What more needs to be said? Maybe this from my teenage daughter: "This program gives old guys muscles. Gross."
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