Ever hear that phrase, never dare a stupid dare? Or is it, never dare a stupid person? Meh, whatever it is, that’s not the point. The point is that, like daring a stupid dare/person, if you call something a challenge, my ears perk up, my competitive nature begins to stir, and I dance a little jig (in the privacy of my own home, not in public). I don’t really care what the challenge is for. If there is a chance for me to prove my mettle and flex my might and better yet, if I can win something you better believe I’m in. A bit of hubris never hurt anyone…right?
This one is self-imposed for the most part, but I’d be lying if I said that hearing Tony tell me to “Bring It” doesn’t motivate me. (Seriously his nerdy nature really makes me ♥ him.) Also, having these ladies doing some fitness challenges of their own, definitely gives me an extra kick in the pants. (Not that I need it. I am self-motivated to a fault.)
I did Plyometrics yesterday morning. It was fun despite my pissed off sweaty red face. (I think I was confused about my camera. I confuse easily.)
After some stretching, I was a bit happier. But, yeah, still really sweaty.
Then, I nearly died from stomach cramps that lasted from about 10 am until 7 pm, culminating in me praying to the porcelain gods. I felt better later though, and could actually eat some dinner.
Like yesterday, I ate my dinner with chopsticks. I’m getting into it. It makes me eat slower (I’m a shoveller, kids, no joke.) and makes eating a challenge. See? I’m a weirdo.
Same dinner, different challenge. Why, hello there cloth napkin (#4). How you doin’? For inquiring minds, this is yet another super simple dinner. Roasted (read: burned) broccoli and Portobello eggs Benedict, Katie-style. I sautéed kale and diced tomatoes with some eggs, plopped that on a ‘shroom, and poured Heather‘s hollandaise sauce (with homemade morel hummus, mustard, and nooch) over the whole lot. (Note: eating eggs with chopsticks is challenging. Cutting a mushroom with chopsticks is impossible.)
Even Obama is issuing green Earth Week challenges. In a nutshell, it is your duty as a United States citizen to participate in the Green Weeks Challenge. But, listen here, Mr. President. I know you think that because you are the leader of the free world and all that, that you can take an idea that two little nobodies came up with, and present it as your own, but I’m onto you. (Um, just kidding, Big Brother.)
Do you like challenges? Are you motivated by other people, or by yourself?