My alarm went off at 4:45 this morning. Tuesday morning--Boot Camp. I've been subjecting myself to this torture since the first of January. Smiley never runs out of new ways to inflict pain. Last week, we did several drills of army crawling...on carpet. This is what all of our elbows still look like.
Hello, short-sleeve season.
Tuesday is my long day. Boot Camp at 5:30 a.m., then off to work, then back to the gym to warm up for Zumba at 5:30 p.m. I considered blowing off Zumba today, but a sweet lady brought me a piece of Derby pie. Seriously. Have you ever had Derby pie?
Skipping Zumba was not an option.
Enjoyment equals suffering. Something is horribly wrong with this picture.