The biggest news I have for this week is Mike and I took a new class at the Y together.
I know. Living la vida loca. Right?
My standard thirty-second internet research showed that PiYo was developed by a trainer whose photos indicate she hasn’t discovered the joys of the meat-and-microbrew diet I’m currently on. That and the fact that PiYo is not named for a Rocky Balboa-inspired desert were kind of letdowns.