I guess I need to do it. I told her I would.  After all it is Valentines weekend. She knows I am not as good as I used to be, not nearly as nimble as when we first did it.  Age makes things more difficult to do.  Parts are rusty and don’t bend as easily.  But, I promised.  I did it last Valentines, so I can’t back out.  I need to just man up and do it with her.  Of course I am talking about yoga – what were you thinking?

It is once again time for the annual YMCA Valentines partner yoga class. Couples come together for an hour of bliss by pulling and pushing and falling over each other – sorta like playing Twister without the alcohol. Most of the men have been teased, threatened, or seduced to participate.  I know this because many have the same look on their faces when we make eye contact – “so you too, huh?”. Nothing says romance better than couples bending, sweating, straining, pulling muscles, falling down and cursing under their breath than partner yoga. Some young man will stand on his head, lean over as far as he can to one side while sticking his knees under his arm pit, twist his left arm to grab his spouses right hand, look gazingly into her big brown bedroom eyes (if he can still see while the blood rushes to his head) and say those magical three little words “don’t let go”! OMG please don’t let go.

Most of the young ones believe their Valentine “gift” awaits them at home for agreeing to do this for their wives. The older ones know better.  Besides, the romantic wave of Bengay flowing over the dinner rolls kinda kills the moment.

I have nothing against yoga (see blog #12), well not much anyway.

Partner yoga is provided to teach us partnership, trust, common goals, improve levels of communication, create unity and harmony, yada, yada, yada. In reality, it shows which guys love their wives enough to embarrass themselves for an hour.  My wife knows I will do anything or go anywhere she asks – but man, nobody wants to see a chubby old man in yoga pants!  As a rule you leave your shoes and dignity at the door.  It will be a “fun” and very interesting hour.  Survival of the fittest, or, who has the best grip. Next month will be couples therapy class.

Namaste y’all