30-Day Challenge Update

Today, I ticked off Day 8 of my 30 Day Hot Yoga challenge (or what Isaac likes to call, 30 Days of Wet Clothes on the Floor) (Ok, I'm sorry Isaac but I just need to get it out of my bag for like, a few minutes until I figure out where to hang it and the mat must remain unfurled so it can like, cool off and not be wet and gross) (I am sorry!).

I biked there at the punishing hour of 6:45 am. Is it just me or is cold weather so much crueler when it's really early? Mornings pre-dawn are absolutely disgusting. I do not want them. Rotten. Stinky. It's opening the mystery tub of leftovers at the back of the fridge. Dark. Evil. Bad.

Normally, the high after class makes up for it but I am no longer convinced that it is healthy to be leaking that much bodily fluid every day, every pore a leaky faucet. I know it's nowhere close to what those wacknut celebs do for Scientology "Purif" (purely hearsay: "Purif" is a purification ritual wherein the Scientologist sweats it out in a sauna for 7 or 8 hours every day for 7 or 8 WEEEEEKS). And Katie Holmes is still alive, so. There. I guess I can keep going and see what happens. It didn't feel good this morning. But I don't want to be a quitter.