As one of my non-New Years resolutions, I signed up for adventure boot camp. It is 6:45am and I just arrived home. A friend has been doing this for months and I finally got crazy interested enough to join her. There were always excuses. Mine were, in no particular order - my kids still get up early and need me (but, really, not anymore), I can't afford it because I already pay for a gym (admission: I haven't been there since I was 6 months pregnant with Ava, who is now 20-months-old...), my only free time is in the evenings and if I got up soooo early I would have to go to bed soooo early and then I would never get to relax (relax? you mean, watch mindless TV and eat cookies?). This particular boot camp is from 5:30am - 6:30am. It is located 5 minutes from my house. I decided to throw out the excuses and get a move on, literally. Frankly, I need some time and effort spent for myself and the accountability and permission to do so.
I AM SO SORE!!!! My whole body is screaming for Tylenol, Advil, Motrin, Vicadin, Percoset. I am hobbling around. Add to this I have a horrible chest cold. Oh, and Lily has decided to choose this week to be scared of the dark all of the sudden. This means I, alternating with Jeff, am up 10 - 20 times a night to reassure her that there are no monsters, she is a brave girl, Ben is in the room with her to help protect her, to think of nice things like flowers, butterflies, and ballerinas, we love her, she'll be fine, etc, etc, etc. There really never is a good time to start something like this boot camp thing. But...it feels great to get something done for myself in the morning before the rest of the world wakes up and to stop all my excuses. Maybe it is the endorphins talking, but I am loving it and can't wait to go back tomorrow morning.
