|Pat at his yoga class|
As you may or may not know, my Canadian friend Pat is a yoga devotee. That's how he keeps his great body (he's actually a very old man) and his wonderful disposition.
While I was visiting him in Toronto last month he showed me a few of his yoga moves. Damned near killed me. I sent him off to his yoga class by himself. I got my exercise walking up and down his metal stairs at night to take my nightly pee (or two).
Pat not only does yoga, he does HOT yoga. Excuse me? I'm all for a steam bath and saunas but stretching my body to it's limits in a hot room? That's not me folks.
During my stay last month, Pat told me that they videotaped one of his yoga classes. The picture above is of Pat that I took of the video of that yoga class.
I've been getting my exercises from walking but not so much lately. I have to get back into walking. To me, walking is the best all around exercise, even better than swimming and certainly better than jogging (all that banging of joints can't be good).
I'm not much good at other forms of exercise though. As a matter of fact I pretty much suck at anything (get your mind out of the gutter) other than walking. I tried tennis once when I was in Provincetown. That little brief foray into exercise damn near killed me too.
This Friday I'm scheduled for my annual treadmill stress test. I remember the last one. Damned near killed me.