Why am I blessed with such genius (insert sarcasm here)? Take, for instance, this brilliant plan … yoga every day for a month. That’s right.
For a month.
I rolled out my mat on Tuesday night and turned on MTV’s Power Yoga. This was a new one for me and the 45 minutes flew by quickly. It was a mildly intense series of poses that left a smile on my face until the next day, which I spent wincing in pain every time I moved.
Yeah, yeah, I know I did this to myself. After months of somewhat regular workouts I went on vacation to Aruba and just quit working out when I got back. No yoga, no elliptical; nothing but sitting on my ass. I thought it was awesome.
But I could slowly feel my body turning into jello. As my muscles atrophied I felt more and more like a sloth. I had become completely apathetic, which isn’t what I want to be. I want to be strong and lean, balanced and exuberant! And, ahem … sexy.
So I made that stupid pact with myself. Yoga every day for a month! Ugh.
I rolled out my mat again last night (Day 2) and turned on a Crunch Yoga video. After hitting play I realized I was in for a snoozer, but decided to keep going because I was diabolically sore from the day before. This was a much slower-paced workout so I worked on perfecting my form and holding poses for longer periods of time. At the end I realized the video hadn’t been as easy as I initially thought.
Which was even more obvious this morning when I woke up and couldn’t lift myself off of the bed. As I tried to push myself up my triceps screamed at me – “Too many Chaturangas!” Yep, that’s what they said. I laid there in frustration, wondering how in the hell I’m going to pull off yoga every day for a month.
Maybe being a sloth isn’t such a bad thing.