Tai Chi, schmai chi
Maybe it’s because my dear Honey, who I roped into the class with me, and I aren’t practicing outside of our early Saturday morning class.
Maybe it’s because after a weekend of intensive gardening, on Mother’s Day weekend, I haven’t done much else, and my back is still stiff. But stiff is still better than out, so that’s a start.
Maybe it’s the carb-loading pasta dinners with extra bread – and second helpings.
And the ice cream and chips and salsa snacks in the afternoons while folding laundry and watching Oprah.
But I really didn’t appreciate Master Ko telling us this past Saturday that it takes about two years to really get comfortable with Tai Chi. “Like tennis or golf or any other sport.” he helpfully pointed out.
We’re on our third class.
Those Dexatrim commercials are beginning to look attractive…