So I finished 30 yoga classes in 30 days and all I got was this lousy shirt!

Actually the t-shirt was rather nice. I generally hate the whole American Apparel style, but damn if they don't make a nice t-shirt.

So this past week I completed the "30 Classes in 30 Days" yoga challenge at my local Bikram Yoga, which I mentioned in an earlier post. I had meant to post more updates along the way, but it would have gotten rather repetitive to keep writing, "Went to class, got sweaty, girls pretty, eat food now."

And yeah, look, I'd be lying if I said attending a class of toned, sexy folk wasn't a major motivation for strapping on my yoga mat and heading out the door every day. Maybe I'm missing out on some of the "meditative" benefits by stealing glances at the hot, stretchy goodness all around me during class, but if it gets me in the room, I'll take it.

And I NEEDED it - I hate to be yet another in a long line of Bikram preachers, but really (for me anyway) the practice is pretty close to miraculous. It does so much to repair my joints (knees and hips in particular), improves my strength and flexibility, as well as my cardio-vascular fitness level. I've slimmed down and toned up, and even though I'm going to have to start layering on other workouts to get back to the physical level I was used to at the beginning of this decade, it's still a great kick start.

So here I am, 30 days later, and my body's feeling MUCH better, and I have a rather nice new t-shirt.

I still seem to be beginning my sentences with conjunctions, however.