Day 7 of the 60 day Bikram yoga challenge was a struggle. A true challenge. I guess that’s karma from my yammering on about acceptance yesterday. Today was hard both physically and mentally. I was sore and tired. I was famished even though I ate breakfast two hours earlier. I had to drag myself kicking and screaming.
There are many days where I have an inner-dialog with myself justifying why I don’t need to go or that I can just practice another time. Basically, letting myself off the hook. I usually give myself a stern talking to, go to class anyway, and come out happy in the end. The 60 day challenge doesn’t give you the option to bail. I need that.
Today’s initial gloomy outlook was much brighter by the end of class.
I woke up in a funk this morning stemming from a bad dream involving Prince. Yes, Purple Rain Prince. I couldn’t shake it as the morning progressed and was not in top form when class began. Glaring at myself in the mirror, I knew what could reverse the funk.
Yoga shopping! It’s the Ron Burgundy way.
I have been rotating six pieces of yoga clothing in varying combinations. Today I wore “shorts,” a generous credit, that were capris in another life. I’ve cut them twice, leaving them with ragged hems. They are basically just an unattractive pant-short. Not. Flattering.
I decided I needed some new duds to perk me up. Trying on shorts that can be mistaken for underwear is not my favorite thing to do. Plus, Sports Authority has awful lighting. However, a break from wearing and washing the same threads is worth standing under fluorescent lighting.
I wish I could afford the fashionable and functional brand name yoga shorts. $50 for a single pair of shorts is just not possible. At the end of the day, I scored two pairs of clearance rack, basic athletic shorts for about $25. Hopefully they can liven up my rotation.
*Image from bikramyogavancouver.com. Bellissima Yoga Wear. Designer Lis Rosa.