Oh, the wonderful things a tennis ball can do

This week in yoga class, we met Mr. Malicious, otherwise know as Mr. Tennis Ball.  We placed the sphere under the ball of our foot and rolled around on it, slightly pressing our weight down.  Then in the most tender place, or second most tender spot — the one that did not make us writhe and scream in pain, we placed as much weight as we could endure and held the pose.

Afterwards, it felt so-o-o good.  Good, like when you take a prescription of Tylenol with codeine (my drug of choice) to soothe the pain of strep throat.

Later we took that same versatile ball under one butt cheek, found the sorest spot, and once again positioned our weight on it.  “How was that for you,” asked Dawn, our instructor.

“I’m not going to answer that,” I said.  Pleading the 5^th is healthy when mentioning balls and butts.

Tennis balls are so multitalented.  If only Dr. Seuss had known – 

They can be used in the court,
on the wheels of a walker,
To humor a dog and master,
or hung in a garage as a parking marker,

And now as a Nazi masseuse. 
Who knew?

It got me thinking…  Tennis balls are as multitalented as apples.  Scroll down if are you still wondering how I came up with apples? 

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“Oh, the wonderful things,” my mom had said, “apples can do.”  Or maybe it was Dr. Seuss?

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