I continue to be astounded by the events taking place during my first 31 days. I really didn’t expect much to happen. I sort of thought I would have to make it deep into uncharted territory before I noticed anything. It goes to show you that even if you practice 5-7 days a week (and I did prior to this for a very long time), you can still benefit from doing even a simple 30-day challenge.
Ok – simple is relative, right? If you practice 5-7 days a week a 30-day challenge is not too much to ask for. Here’s our weekly recap:
Day 25: Second class of death has arrived. I start going down in balancing stick and never really recover. When we get to camel I realize we have about 15 minutes of class left which seems like an impossible eternity to survive. I survive.
Day 26: I almost didn’t make it. Left the lights on in my car at work and killed my battery. Thought I would go to the 6:30 pm instead but I realized it was Friday and 4:30 was the last class. It is now 3:30. I remain rather calm about this. My battery is dead. What’cha gonna do? The Boyfriend suggests I call campus police. I do, and someone is there almost immediately. I am on the road at 3:40. Besides, getting worked up requires me to use energy that I don’t have.
Day 26 is all about recovering from class of death. I do all the postures (I think…brain is starting to go fuzzy on me). But I really do need a massage. I need a massage everywhere. My hamstrings and quads are so tight, buy my hips are starting to become more open. When I set up triangle I can get my leg bent parallel to the floor, but it hurts so bad to hold it there. So very, very bad.
Day 27: I have no memory of this class. I showed up. I recall that it was hot.
Day 28: Is this class almost over yet? What do you mean we’re only on awkward? Oh man, this is going to take forever to get through isn’t it? This was like a mini-class of death. The person next to me asked me if I was ok at some point. I didn’t know I looked that bad. I was just sitting down. I took a two hour nap after class – the kind where you don’t move at all. All my postures are falling apart.
Day 29: Again, I have no memory of this class. I am losing my mind.
Day 30: I made it to 30 days! Woo-hoo! To celebrate, I signed up for an 8-hour class and tried to kill myself. Time is relative in the hot room, ok? I am reminded of the Annoyed Yogi’s 30-Day challenge.
Day 31: Third class of Death. It is not a good sign when I want to sit down as soon as we start the first breathing exercise. No matter that I ate a giant cookie before class. No cookie can save me now. My goal today was to stay in the room and breathe. I reminded myself that sometimes my yoga for the day is all about my breath and not freaking out. I don’t do most postures. But if I may channel my friend The Annoyed Yogi, I would have to say that this class sucked many asses. The Boyfriend gave me some mumbo-jumbo about how yoga should be fun. Spoken like someone who has never done a challenge.
Reflections & General Noticings
1. My skin looks great.
2. So do my legs.
3. That eczema cleared up – for the most part. I really think it was stress. I mean, last week I was crying in class for God’s sake.
4. I am in a massive yoga hole. This is some Class V Yoga Hole nonsense happening right now.
5. I cannot believe how much this week sucked. Like every single class sucked.
6. I have to wonder, how much of this challenge is really a mental one for me? When I sat down on Day 31 I thought about if I was sitting down because I was dizzy or because of something else. I think it might be something else. I will need to explore this.
7. Despite all the horribleness of class, I feel amazing outside the hot room.
Make sure to come back next week! I’ll be updating you on Days 32-38.