After 23 wake up calls at 3:30am, and 53 drop backs (I am not even counting the ankle grabbing section), and various other yogic studies that by Thursday leave my brain fried. I hit it, the yoga wall...hard. Again this morning I didn't want to go to practice. This now seemed like a very un-me sign. I went and slept for two hours after practice. Went to breakfast and came home showered and tried to motive myself to get out and do something but instead slept two more hours.
Just got back from a late afternoon coffee with Kadie. We can do that because thankfully we all have off from practice tomorrow. I hope to rest so that I can get past the wall and finish my final days in this amazing and crazy place strong.
Home in 6 days.