Eh, yoga. Hapkido is actually fun--I've found that I get tired the first half of the class, but by the last forty-five minutes, I'm totally in the zone and could kick imaginary crotches forever.

Also I discovered that cute gals, no matter how babalicious, can and do have foot odor and flatulence when doing atheltic stretches such as yoga.
Gee, I sure hope that didn't put you off women forever. Protip: We also poop.