So the #1800MinuteChallenge ends today. You see, the point of the challenge is to complete 1800 minutes of exercise in 60 days. Something I would normally never even think about doing – that is until I decided to be the ring leader and invite hundreds of other ladies and gents to do it with me. One would assume (myself included) that when hosting a challenge, the host herself would most definitely accomplish the goal set out for everybody involved. Well guess what, you are wrong. This hostess sucks. It was somewhere around a week ago when I realized that I had to complete 80 minutes per day for a week straight to get all 1800 minutes complete that I gave up. It turns out that my brain works in a way that when it sees a big number it translates it to 0 and so that’s what I’ve done. 0 minutes of exercise in the last and final week of the two month challenge. Awesome. Said nobody ever. And now I’m kinda mad at myself because who likes to fail? Well Justin Bieber apparently. Somebody please tell me you watched the roast last night and died of laughter the entire time too.
ps. Reminder — if you did actually complete all 1800 minutes (WAHOOOO! YOU GO!) send over your spreadsheet to livinginyellow@gmail.com. I can’t wait to pay one of $300 for rocking it out. You know what’s sexier than a girl with a good body? A girl with a good body and some money in her bank account.