30 Days of Yoga: The Commitment

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Story by Melissa Henderson

Constant Chatter Deputy Editor

I just committed to taking 30 yoga classes in 30 days. This is a somewhat terrifying prospect, and not just because I've never done such a concentrated amount of yoga -- not even in my flexy 20s. I've never done anything for 30 days in a row besides, um, eat. Or watch TV. Or sleep.

As for why (why?), it's come to this: One, I'm desperate to resuscitate (or even locate) my moxie, aka mojo, aka sass, aka youth (too late). And two, I'm a cheap bastard.

In re: moxie, I'd been trying some new things, like getting a solid eight each night and banning the TV for a week. That was so incredibly awesome and liberating, and now I feel great ... [screeetch, as the record grinds to a halt.] Yeah, not so much.

As for being a cheapskate, I was staggering home from the grocery store last night with the week's food haul when I spotted a sign outside one of the local yoga joints: "30 Days of Yoga for $30." Now a month of unlimited yoga usually runs upwards of $100, so I was all, "Holy crap, what a bargain. I'm so totally going to do that, even if it kills me."

About the author

Melissa Henderson

With a "See ya, hate to be ya" to the giant parking lot that is Los Angeles, Melissa Henderson sold the car, stuffed her husband into a suitcase and moved back home to Montreal, Canada, where they both now happily roam the streets by foot. She is also Very Busy not working on several unfinished novels.

Trained in journalism and linguistics at UCLA, Melissa has worked as a journalist and editor (news and magazine) since 2001. Her writing has appeared in the Los Angeles Times, Brand X, Up! Magazine, Soundspike and Greater Long Beach, among other publications.

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