If there were such a thing as the walk of shame in cyberspace, I’d be slinking along that road right now.  I knew as soon as I had hit  publish that I would have second thoughts regarding yesterday’s post.  Every word I wrote was true and personal, but maybe too intimate.  Once people become privy to our deepest thoughts, they sometimes regard us in a different and perhaps less favorable way. Plus, exposing myself makes me feel like how I imagine parading around town in my worst underwear would.  So I’ll say this and move along- I am basically a positive and happy person but believe that most of us are multi-faceted beings (except for maybe Paris Hilton).  Our ability to go to the darkest of places and come out on the other side, can make our capacity for joy and strength that much greater. I figure at this point I should resemble The Incredible Hulk on ecstasy.  

After coffee and some breakfast, I traded in my beret and black turtleneck for a headband and purple tank and lightheartedly drove to UEF for Bootcamp. Usually I don’t go to class on Wednesday, but decided to shuffle around my workouts this week in anticipation of an upcoming vacation. We did a little treadmill running, some plyometrics, and a lot of upper body exercises. It was exciting to rediscover all of the muscles in my arms, chest, and back during this fast-paced hour! Even the fist push-ups felt great, until they didn’t and I dissolved in to a heap on the floor. But I got back up (there’s the strength I was talking about), finished the class, chatted, got some coffee, and left the gym a fully functioning member of society- except for my arms. Their functionality is still up for discussion.