It’s now day 26 of the 40 day yoga challenge. Today I took my first rest day after 8 days of yoga. That marks the longest stretch of consecutive days I’ve ever practiced, but I’m aware by what short a time that really is. Even so, I’m etching a notch on the peg so I can look back next year and recognize change.

I did intend to go to a Yin/meditation class tonight. It didn’t happen. I empathize with good excuses, especially my own. I was driving home from visiting my husband’s parents, and I had no food in the car, and realized it was too close to class time to eat anyway, but I was getting the hangries (I credit my sister for labeling the place between hunger and anger). So I came home and pulled out leftovers and watched the post-election turmoil in Iran, drug wars in Mexico, and ever expanding swine flu pandemic on the news. Sure glad I missed yoga tonight.

A few weeks ago I came across a yogini’s blog titled 108 Days of Yoga. Tonight I realize that that is 100 more days than me (a nice decimally-harmonzied number). She made time for her practice at 6 am each morning, amongst other commitments, not the least of which were running a studio, with a 7 month old child. Inspiration is comparison turned outside-in. This woman is inspiring.