There are those who love it and those who don’t. I love it. Potentially this comes from fifteen years in Texas where sweating is a sport. A hundred degrees with ninety plus percent humidity. Love it. Unless I have work in it. The kind of sweat where you shoes leaves squish marks on the pavement.
Yoga makes you sweat. Hot yoga is great, but it’s not mandatory, at least for me, because I’m sweating within five minutes of starting my practice regardless of location. This image was meant to show you the sweat of a post yoga workout. I’m not sure it works. It’s a mobile phone. I hate selfies too, so even though this image comes with good intentions it’s still a F^%$%$# selfie. Sorry. If I was worth my weight I would have used a mask and selective sharpening on EVERY SINGLE DROP OF SWEAT. Although I don’t know how to do either of those things. Maybe next life.
Also, when I see this image all I can think about is MAN I’m skinny and getting old. Yes, that’s gray in my pseudo goatee. I mean I’m still totally dreamy, but I was a bit off. I had a dream where a friend gave me a VHS copy of “An Officer and a Gentleman.” I have NO IDEA what that means, but it can’t be good and it’s probably a sign that the world is finally coming to an end. What’s the point of living now? I kinda remind me of those images of famous musicians back in the early 70’s. The ones where the guy is totally strung out on heroin. Only I don’t do heroin and I’m not famous, or a musician, but you get the point.
Go do yoga.