I love a little sarcasm, especially in my novels. So today my featured blogger is Bane of Anubis. Not only is he sarcastic, but he shares his name with the Egyptian god of the dead so he's a rockstar. And the other day he posted about P90X which was Twilight Zone-ish because I've been thinking of this post since Thanksgiving.
You see, my husband and I are both a tad competitive. He had mentioned this killer workout series called P90X and then one of our friends mentioned how hard it was and how it incorporated a lot of yoga. After struggling to find a sport I don't suck at, I finally discovered yoga in high school and I've been doing it for almost 12 years now. I'm a yoga superstar. (Not very Zen of me to brag, but whatever.) I've had my nose broken by a soccer ball, but I can hold Firefly until the cows come home.
So the night before Thanksgiving my husband mentions that he's been doing this P90X ab workout and it's a killer. Yada, yada, yada. Then he says it's only 15 minutes. So I say I bet I could do it. He scoffs.
Dude, I gave birth to our daughter naturally, no drugs. I can handle 15 minutes of pain. I tell him so and he just shakes his head with that obnoxious little smile that says, "I don't think so." So I make a bet with him that if I could do every single rep I could buy whatever I wanted on Black Friday.
Did I do every rep? Darn straight! So I bought myself a couple artsy shirts and a piece of stained glass from this nifty boutique I found on Black Friday, sans guilt.
I have one of those personalities where if someone tells me I can't do something I'm going to do everything in my power to prove them wrong, no matter how much it kills me. What? You say publishing is hard and trying to get my book printed is going to crush my soul? Bring it on, baby!
What about you? Do you rise to the occasion when challenged?