Sunday nights I attend a free beginners yoga class in Point Loma. I began this weekly ritual a mere 3 weeks ago and already I am left with a profound appreciation for this form of exercise. Yoga is not just stretching and saying "Oms"...it is a workout man! I don't think I have ever perspired (or as the gentlemen call it "glisten") so much in my entire life exercising as I do in this yoga class. Perhaps it is because there are half a million other sweaty and beaten bodies in the room with me doing the tricky chair pose, or perhaps it is because the cute half naked guys in my class make me kinda nervous (leading to my sweating), or alas maybe it is just pain leaving the body...regardless, I lose some major water poundage every Sunday starting at 6:30 in that yoga studio. This leads me to my appreciation for non other than my poor mat who has to succumb to my ssvveeetttyyy integumentary system. It reminds me of that Jackass 3 skit where the unfortunate Steve-O has to drink a dixie cup of Preston's rancid sweat after his seran wrap sweatsuit aquired so much perspiration from a few minutes of the standstill bike. Now imagine that sweat soaked in my mat.....thirsty yet? Thus, my dear mat (whom I have yet to formerly name), this day 3 is dedicated to you and all of your mercy, love, support, peace, and yes sponge qualities that you have so humbly granted me these past 3 Sundays. Here's to you my friend...
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