OK, so Father's Day came and went and so did my Sunday depression/blues. And for that I'm grateful. Though I should be/possibly am PMS'ing ... so there's that.
I totally finished my 60-Day Challenge a week early, and I've not even posted about it here. I'm not feeling eloquent at all though. And even though I finished the challenge Wednesday, I still practiced last night and am planning on being in the hot room again in less than two hours.
I am such a "go big or go home" person, so "all or nothing," so type-A. I always go overboard. With everything. And I'm aware of it.
Anyway, for obvious reasons, I found this article entertaining: 9 Signs You're Addicted to Bikram Yoga.
Read it, and naturally you'll understand why I might have verbally said, "Yes, Yes, YES" when I discovered there's a studio in Naples. I thought I was going to be SOL next month when I'm in Florida. Relief.
And also, you might understand that I'm having a mini-heart attack realizing I have to pick up my kid and get to practice because it starts in just 70 minutes (yes, I was dicking around and IM'ing and FB'ing and whatnot while also working on this little update here).
M'kay, bye.
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