Truth be told, I don't know how far I've fallen or I how far I have yet to go. Probably none of us do. It's sorta like when you get a tattoo and you halfway want to know how far through you are and you halfway are so in the zone it doesn't matter.

I'm still in Seattle.

I have done no yoga.

I have fallen so very far.

Last night about 6 of us took the boat out on the water. We cruised it across Lake Union and had dinner at some restaurant we docked at. I had a killer and very healthy salad that reminded me how much I love really good, really healthy food. I have to stop not having time for that. I also had a lovely conversation with a personal trainer. The body is an amazing vessel. I sometimes forget how much I care about that.

Today I broke out the mat. I knew I needed a really good experience to push me through a practice. I practiced both figuratively and literally in the garage. I turned the heater in there up really high. 6pm so the body is open and its all about the mind... how hard is it to turn it off?

Then I got to have dinner with the strangest group of people... and not strange in that they were strange. In fact, I really like them all but just a really strange circumstance under which to be having dinner with this particular group of people.

Last night the personal trainer said that he took me for someone who is the same with everyone. I really liked this statement and the manner in which he stated it. I do try to be the same with everyone and, so, in my wierd scenario, I just went with being me.

It's a very free'ing experience.

Home tomorrow. I am so happy to be going home this trip.