Do you like the smell of feet? Feet that have been crammed into sweat socks, like four college friends in a station wagon* with no money on a road trip they can’t afford? That kind of smell?
What about sweating? Do you like to drip sweat like rivulets of ice cream running down the side of a sugar cone on a hot summer’s day?
How about reaching for things that are just out of reach? Do you like the feeling of lying on the floor and straining and fumbling to get your shoe that’s just … almost … c’mon already … there?
Here’s one: what about being the fattest person in the room? I mean the only person with body fat at all? Is that fun? Does that sound like a good time?
Do you like paying money to lie down on the floor? Before you answer, what if I told you that the floor was covered with your sweat? A light sheen of exertion? Would you change your answer then?
If you answered, “yes”, to any of the above, congratulations, you’re ready for a month of hot, sweaty, stinky yoga.
Why? To get ready of the Kirkwood Triathlon, of course. I have about one month to get ready.
Mind. Body. Aroma**.
*The station wagon was the precursor to the mini van and more stylish than the SUV.
**Strangely, this is also the motto for the Secretary of Defense.