it just sounds nasty.

When I joined the crazy-cheap gym I noticed these big balls over in the corner. I know they are the key element to that new fandangled fad called Yoga. I saw the womens sitting on them, doing crunches & leg lifts. If I had one of those at home it would be the leading excuse for fighting in our house.

“Mommmmmmmmmm! Tyler threw the ball at my head and knocked me through the front window. AGAIN.”
“Mooooooommmmmm, Kara won’t let let me have a turn on the big ball!!”

After working out one day I noticed the Yoga Ladies weren’t at the ball corner and the balls were all just sitting there, ready to be sat on and played with. I had watched the Yoga Ladies enough to be able to mimic the things they were doing on the big bouncy balls.

With confidence I walked over and sat down on one. Comfortable. I then stretched out my legs a bit and something strange happened…it felt good. It felt good to be sitting on the balls. I wiggled my butt on the balls and I could feel that if I moved just a little bit, I would actually get a nice little work out.

It got to the point where as soon as I got to the gym, all I wanted to do was work out on the balls. They have these things called Medicine Balls. While sitting on the balls, you could have balls in your hands.

Yesterday I skipped the gym, but still thought about the balls. I missed the balls. I like how the balls were making me feel. My back was starting to feel better and that is a good thing. I have rationalized in my head the reasons I should buy some balls that I can have at home and not have to share with anyone else.

I think that if I had balls I would be able to strengthen my back and things would get easier for me.
If I had balls I could get in and out of the car with ease and I would be able to drive better.
If I had balls I would be able to lift heavy things.
If I had balls I would be able to sit for longer periods of time.

Yes, I am pretty certain I need to get me some balls and my life will be so much easier.