42 days of Bikram yoga. Forty-two. In a row. Day after day. 90 minutes each time. That’s 63 HOURS of yoga. SIXTY-THREE HOURS. (Unless my math is wrong. I calculated it first in my head at 21 hours and then 84 hours, before getting out the calculator. But now we’re just quibbling about details. No matter how you slice the numbers, it’s a freakin’ long time in the hot room.)
And I’m tired again. Is it worth it? Is there any reason not to take a day off, besides the mental challenge? I don’t know. But I’m going to keep going. My stick-to-it-iveness needs a shot in the arm, and if anyone out there in the blogosphere wants to hit that tiny “like” button at the bottom of this post, or drop me a comment, I’d appreciate it.
My goal now is 60. It’s a nice, round number. May it not kill me.
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Yoga is a stinking joke that will ruin your back. Ride a bike, hike, walk, jog, live, read, fall in love. I didn’t gain strenght in my back and solve the pain until I stopped… you got it, yoga. Still waiting for love. Best, Rick
You’re right about variety, Rick – any movement is better than none. And good luck on finding love! -Roxanne