I may not have been able to jump high, but I can stretch like nobody's business!
After the workout was over, Mrs. Gias and I were chatting about how my knee was, whether I was going to swim today (yes), if she was going to run today (yes) and various other sundry things. The topic of tomorrow's workout came up and I mentioned that since we're a day behind due to my race on Sunday we wouldn't have our normal Wednesday yoga session, much to Mrs. Gias's chagrin, it would be pushed back to Thursday.
Mrs. Gias: Wouldn't a nice Irish yoga session be great tomorrow? [tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day]
Geek: Uh, Irish yoga? You're not even Irish.
Mrs. Gias: Aye, matey, Irish yoga! [in the worst "Irish accent" you've ever heard, followed by a jump up and a click of her heels, possibly trying to impersonate what she believes a leprechaun would do]
Geek: "Aye, matey, Irish yoga?" Who talks like that, a yoga pirate?
1 comment:
Sometimes I forget about the conversations we have before 6am. Thanks for reminding me how funny I am that early =)
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