... but I need to acknowledge BOOT CAMP. I went to BOOTCAMP on Friday afternoon... I died during class, but made it to the end. Today... 3 days later... I can still barely walk, my calf muscles are SOOO sore. Sore in a good way of course, but when I was trying to walk in heels... ON grass Saturday it wasn't the good kind of sore, but it makes it all feel worth it.
I love bootcamp... but I have to miss it this week. There is no way I am going to subject myself to riding 9hours with sore muscles. Yup... the trip happens in 5 sleeps... I have never not wanted to do anything in my entire life, but I am sure I will be happy I did once I am on the road... for all those accompaning me I hope so.
I can't seem to pull myself out of this funk I am in... and finally Richard pointed out that I am not happy anymore. Honestly I thought I was fine (even happier than normal) for months, but apparently I am not as much fun to be around as I thought. Not sure where to go with that comment, but I am heading to the gym this afternoon for a LONG run to clear my head.