HERCULES

Honey, you mean "Hunk-ules!" 

Warning: Mom, Aunt Paula, Grandma, etc. I'd prefer it if you didn't read this one. I'm embarrassed enough as it is!

STORY TIME:
I do yoga over at MCCool. The last couple times we've met as a class, darling Miya {Crockett} Holladay has come to get hours for her LifeTime Fitness class, again at MCCool. Anywhays. Miya, Heather, and I were all together on Wednesday, being the fantastic yogis that we are, and Miya starts laughing and all I can hear from her whisper is "he...underwear". 
I was so confused! did some guy need his pants pulled up? I thought for sure she meant the newbie who was having some trouble with the poses and flows. and it wasn't until we moved to the top of our mats in Mountain Pose that I understood..

There's a guy in our class that Heather and I have been eyeing. Let's be real here, Heather. He looks like he was chiseled by the gods of yoga! Tall, skinny but not scrawny, beautifully strong muscles, and (the cherry on top) long and flowing curly locks! surriously, a babe. Heather and I dubbed him "Hercules". we were going to go with Adonis, but this kid looks like Herc BEFORE the complete transformation that turned him into "Hunk-ules". Thus, Hercules came about. and he's pretty.

Apparently, on this wonderful Wednesday, Hercules was dared to do yoga. in just his boxers. AND HE DID. in the wise words of Heather Hastings: "Yoga: where one leaves the world and their thoughts at the door, and apparently hot men leave all of their clothing at the door... It's like I'm in a movie."  I'm pretty sure I died and went to yogi-heaven. because I still feel like I'm in a daze. Wednesday was such a blur. I still don't know what to say or how to react! I think the best part was that he didn't even care. neither did our teacher! (she's probably seen weirder things). 

And that is my story. I highly doubt I'll be able to keep a straight face when we meet again on Monday. Oh Hercules, you fill my life with smiles. (: