Yoga Teacher Training Journal: January 18

Poots-asana.

My cat seems to like sitting on my wet mat.

And my mat is wet. Because I sweat so much in my class tonight that, once again, the nice old ladies in the class were concerned for my well-being. And also grossed out.

But I've reached that point in the 30-day challenge where all bets are off, people. I'm all in. In it to win it. Stinky. Mildewy. Googly-eyed. And yes, sweaty as shit.

It's all coming out--not much in the way of blockage. Not in terms of gunk in my lungs, my organs, my pores... Soon will come the emotions, the limiting beliefs... streaming out because I've provided an outlet.

Will I want to punch someone at some point in my last three classes? Will I start sobbing uncontrollably?

Maybe. Probably.

I can't wait.