all day long, my mind was coming up with reasons not to go to bootcamp tonight: "it's raining", "you're cranky", "you have a headache", "you haven't eaten enough". and, all day long, i was like: "screw you, mind, we're going to this class if it kills us". and so lise and i went to our 5th (!!!) bootcamp class.
it was a particularly hard class. but, then again, they're all hard. especially, if you're me. this one did feel a smidge harder than usual though. but when we were done, lise and i were pretty much convinced that we were the most awesome people ever for having survived.
towards the end of class, someone was talking about this guy who sometimes does the class, who's super ripped and all abs of steel, and who, also, never wears a shirt. and you could sort of tell that everyone thought it was a bit much for this guy to be shirtless all the time but then one of the girls was like: "maybe he used to be fat and he just can't get over how awesome it is to not be fat anymore". don't you just love when someone looks for the kindest explanation for something?
and then, after class, this little beauty showed up:
on the way home, lise and i talked about PMS and how much it sucks. we agreed that, some months, it just goes by unnoticed but other months make you feel completely... destroyed. and, sometimes, you forget that it's probably PMS that's making you feel so crummy and you think you're officially doomed to be miserable for the rest of your life. and then you get your period and you're all zippity jigs of joy again.
ok, i think that's all i've got.
i know i've been going on a little with all this bootcamp stuff.
i hope it's not too boring. it's just kind of the biggest thing in my life right now.