
When I woke up at 7:30am this morning, I did have regrets. I wasn't totally wrecked, but let's just say that my mind and body didn't feel like they were in the same location. I was feeling schwimmy. Unfortunately, I needed to start my P90X Yoga X workout by 9:00am because I had a busy day scheduled. Why did I drink so much? Why did I mix vodka, tequila and beer?
Karen left shortly before 9:00am to take her daughter to riding lessons and I begrudgingly started to assemble my yoga gear. I knew the yoga was going to be hard but within minutes of starting the workout, I discovered that it was going to be even harder than expected. For the first 45 minutes I was slightly dizzy, sluggish and having esophageal spasms (feels like a mild heart attack). However, I pressed on because I won't let myself miss another workout. I'm going to complete all 90 days of P90X with only one miss and then I'm going to go one extra day to make up for that missed day. Yes, I'm obsessed. So sue my lean, muscular, physically fit ass.
In the photo, I am performing the Crane pose which is also known as the Hangover's-Worst-Nightmare pose. I only held the pose for 15 seconds and used a yoga block under my head maintain balance, but, in hangover-time, that's the equivalent of an hour. Not too shabby considering I didn't throw up.
Is there a moral to this story? I'd say, yes, there is. Fun has a price. If you want to do something, you have to ask yourself how much you are willing to pay. A night of drinking and dancing cost me 90 miserable minutes of yoga. I was willing to pay that price and it cost plenty. However, I wasn't willing to pay the price of skipping another workout. That's just way too expensive for me.
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