Tai Chi is probably not supposed to be a comedy, but it is in my house. It all started when I was complaining about how hard it is to do Yoga with carpel tunnel. So many poses require you to put weight on your wrists, and that hurts and makes you cranky (crankier than usual). Yoga probably isn’t a good choice for the healthy-wrist-challenged among us. The thing is, everyone and his brother keeps telling me to do Yoga for my back, as an exercise, and for mental health strengthening. So, I wanted something like Yoga, but without all of the wrist drama.
So, Jim suggested we do Tai Chi. He claimed to be an expert on it because he watched people do Tai Chi every morning in Taiwan. He could see the people practicing on a rooftop before they started their day. I guess you could call Jim a Tai Chi stalker. Don’t tell him I said that. Also, apparently watching something a few times makes you an expert, which means I am an expert in a lot of things. So, if you have any questions about anything, feel free to ask me, because I am sure I have watched, whatever that something is, happen a few times during my life. It’s like I became a genius over night. I have geeked out on life, you guys…like a boss even! Jim has a way of giving me some much needed confidence just when I need it most.
I decided to find a YouTube video so we could have someone to follow along with, mostly because all of the “different” moves Jim showed me looked exactly the same. It was like Tai Chi deja vu around here. Anyway, the video we watched was 45 minutes long. The first 11 minutes were just some guy talking. So, being opposed to actual directions, we put the video into fast-forward mode. Which means, on YouTube, we moved the red dot down the little line until it looked like some sort of action was happening.
Finally, we started doing Tai Chi. The first thing the guy said was, “Put your chiback.” I started to panic, yelling, “Where is my chiback? I don’t know where or what that is…Oh my gawd….” Jim looked at me startled and said, “He said, ‘Put your chin back.'” That’s when I started giggling. Before long, Jim was doing the one move he knew no matter what the guy on the screen was doing. Then he started doing karate chops and wondering when the part where you learn to kick the bad guys butts was going to start. I started laughing harder. I don’t think Tai Chi was designed for butt kicking. Although, to be honest, a lot of what we were attempting to do reminded me of Mr. Miyagi from the Karate Kid, so I could be wrong.
The next thing I know Jim is doing this thing where it looks like he is slapping someone in front of him in slow motion while simultaneously slapping someone behind him in slow motion too. His facial expression reminded me of the kind of face you might see Freddy Mercury make in an old, Queen concert video. By this time I have tears streaming down my face and I can barely breathe. I stop doing Tai Chi and do what any good blogger would do under these circumstances, I run to get my camera.
Jim: You are not taking pictures of this.
Me: Please, please?
Jim: No way! I don’t want to be on your blog.
Me: How about a movie instead? I have got to share this with the world. It’s too funny to keep to ourselves.
Then there was wrestling and secret, sneaky, not so sneaky attempts at phone photography. Needless to say, I was never able to capture the footage I wanted to. So, instead, please enjoy these reenactment photos Tiny-Small and I made of our Tai Chi practice. Tiny-Small is standing in for Jim. They are blurry because while Jim was taking the pictures, Tiny-Small and I were moving and giggling and doing our best to embarrass ourselves for you. This is what good bloggers do when we can’t get actual footage…we make stuff up instead. I am always trying my hardest to be a “good blogger” even if that means posting pictures of myself with uncombed hair, in my pajamas, with a toddler who refuses to remove her bicycle helmet.
Anyway, that’s how Tai Chi made me laugh until I couldn’t breath, which, believe it or not, may or may not be an even better form of exercise. At the very least, it is easy on the wrists and pretty terrific for the soul. Also, if you are going to exercise to a YouTube video, pick one that holds your interest, otherwise you might just end up playing flag football, where your camera phone is the football and you are a Jedi warrior with jazz hands doing ballet kicks (at least in your own mind).
I heart her so hard.