…of, um, a year. Maybe more.
The good news: My body has been revealed in its present condition. The bad news: That condition is not so bueno.
I spent at least 20 minutes of the 90-minute class sitting on my mat, trying not to die. I win though. I didn’t die. I did, however:
1) Get dizzy.
2) Think about throwing up.
3) Develop a weird taste in my mouth. It was very similar to cough syrup.
4) Hallucinate that the carpet was moving. After my recent bed bugs scare, I think I can be forgiven for assuming it was bugs.
5) Promise the teacher that I would be back tomorrow.
I signed up for one of those 30-day challenge things, which means that I promised I’d come to the studio every day for a month. That, more than the bugs, makes me think I’ve lost my mind.
Also, I feel great now, which doesn’t seem right. Day 30 down.
Jennie Smash 
Nice. Takes about a week to get into the swing of it, right? Also, 90 minutes a day for 30 days in a row is an INTENSE challenge. I bow to your yoga prowess.
God, I hope I feel better in a week. Right now, I feel awesome afterward, but during … well, it’s not pretty. Let’s put it that way.
I was going to put my morning park runs in the way-too-fucking-cold windchill up against your yoga challenge, but then I thought about doing yoga in a sauna and changed my mind. I bow to your awesomeness.
Dude, I would so much rather do yoga in a sauna than run in sub-zero wind chill. But I love it when people bow to my awesomeness, so don’t let me talk you out of it.