Two yoga classes a day is rough. It's physically and mentally demanding. The heat is intense.
I've never been one to sit out a posture during class and it seems that now I am beginning to make a habit of it. Apparently, that's very normal. It's also very humbling.
I'm sweating a lot! It seems as though i am never dry. Here, you're always wet either from a shower or drenched in your own sweat or some mixture of the two.
It's starting to sink in that I will be living this way for the next 9 weeks. This first week is a big adjustment to a way of living. It's a ride, a journey, a process.
I'm considering these words of inspiration:
Your biggest fear is not that you are inadequate, but that you have powers beyond your own comprehension.
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