“Your hammies a bit tight, Ray?”
“Cut me some slack, Y. I’m stretching. Getting ready to do my sleeping baby, then the happy baby….”
“Who came up with these names? The brainchild of a creative writing class? It sounds more like a group of your species after happy hour. Speaking of names, I’ve changed mine.”
“Why?”
“No, I’m not Y. I said I changed it.”
“Why, with a W and an h and a y.”
“My fans said your riding this pony into the ground. You need to come up with something a bit more original. So, I changed it to M because it rhymes with gem.”
“You’re a gem alright. Zirconium.”
“Oh, touchy. Can you pull your yoga strap a little tighter?”
“I’ll tear my quad or hamstring or bicep or deltoid.”
“Do you know what you’re doing?”
“No clue. But I think I’ll look cool when I walk into the gym with my yoga mat and yoga strap.”
“Are you going to join a yoga class?”
“Not unless they have a fantasy football league this fall.”
“So, you’re trying to be cool instead of flexible?”
“I’m flexible enough. I let you hang around the blog. I call that flexibility.”
“Good point. Why don’t you leave the mat and strap at the gym tomorrow before you hurt yourself.”
“Every once in a while, you have a good thought.”
Life comes at us fast with changes and challenges requiring us to stretch and learn things we’d just as soon not learn. If we’re not flexible, we hold ourselves back from the possibilities that await us. Flexibility helps us to grow, renew, and recreate ourselves.
