After Christmas, my yoga studio started to advertise for its annual 40 day challenge starting in February. I walked by the poster for a whole month, chuckling every time, wondering who would be crazy enough to actually sign up for it.
Well, apparently, I'm one of those crazy people.
Maybe it was the really pathetic participant board? For about a month, it only had a measly 5 or 6 names listed. There were so many empty rows below them, I actually started to feel bad. Little did I know that 60 people were going to procrastinate like me and sign up at the last minute. I think I was duped into it.
Maybe it was competitive side? Let's be real, I'm in it for the challenge...but mostly for the prizes. Every participant gets a bunch of swag, free classes, and stuff like that for finishing the challenge. There's a bunch of grand prizes, too. At this rate, I'm in it to win it.
Maybe it was just so that I could say I did it? Being in school allows for a lot of free time. I'm basically a stay at home mom with no kids. I might as well accomplish something during these final two months of school. Because seriously, when else am I going to be able to hit up a 10:30 am yoga class? This is probably the last time for a long time I'll be able to look at my calendar and go to yoga every.single.day. For 40 days straight. It's like the opposite of lent. Instead of giving up something, I'm forcing myself to do something. For me, that's torture.
Who knows what actually possessed me to sign up, but either way, I paid my money, so now it's actually happening.
I even turned into a female d-bag and took a pre-challenge selfie. I must really be losing it. This is about as close as you'll ever get to a gym selfie from me, so soak it up. It's also the first time I've ever taken a selfie, so I obviously I need to work on some things. Make up, a good pout, and maybe some sexy eye contact would help. I guess it's an art to be perfected. Now, whenever I want to sit on the couch and do nothing except eat four bags of Doritos, this picture is going to stop me. Or at least make me feel slightly guilty as I open that 3rd bag. If Kim K can loose 100 lbs of baby weight, I can hopefully reduce some of the junk in my trunk.
And yes, that's my unpacked suitcase from NYC even though I got home a week ago... Shows how good I am at accomplishing things.
As for how I felt this morning at the kick-off class and celebration? A mix of soreness and annoyance. I took a week and a half off of my regular classes because I was visiting my sister and was getting settled into the new semester. I also seemed to have a pulled some random leg muscle in my sleep last night; god only knows how that happened. Epitome of lazy? I think so. It made touching my toes and my favorite pose, shavasana, harder than usual. The "celebration" after the class consisted of chai tea and some sort of mysterious baking. We were apparently supposed to mingle with our fellow challengers, but I left after some dude asked me whether the loaf he was about to chow down on was gluten-free...
Wish me luck on day 2!