Day 29 On Make-Up and Butt-Sag

There are those who practice yoga, and there are those who want to look like they practice yoga.

Those in the first group wear anything from baggy shorts and tee-shirts to sports bras and bike shorts, usually in black. Image takes a back seat to comfort, because in the hot room, it’s all about survival.

Those in the second group wear snazzy-cool outfits with brand names like Om Shanti, Divine Blessings or TranquiliT. They show as much smooth, tanned, pierced flesh as possible. They definitely care about how they look. And why not? If I looked like that, I’d flaunt it, too.

But there’s one thing that separates the Barbies from the rest of us: make-up.

105+ degrees and 40% humidity is merciless. After 90 minutes, every speck of spackle will be smeared into your towel, but not before raccoon-eyes and foundation-drip have marked you. Reality bites, baby, but there’s no room for anything else here.

I will admit that it’s possible, however, to go too far on the “don’t care” scale. After 29 days, my work-out clothes are suffering badly from Spandex-fatigue. By the end of class today I looked like a Hefty bag full of cheese that was left out in the rain. What good is a firmer ass if it’s wrapped in saggy-butt shorts?

Oh well. At least I know better than to wear make-up.