Birthday Bootcamp

So after I finally convinced myself that I could run again I decided to sign up for another bootcamp. Because irony is a running theme in my life, of course the day it started was on my birthday, and the Monday after Thanksgiving.

4:30 AM- The alarm clock rings. Holy mother, this is early. Snooze? No! I will get up! After I hit snooze :-P.

5:00 AM- I’m up, I’m up…jeez…no need to beep at me. Doth my eyes deceive me?!? Did the drought decide to end on this very day? It’s pouring out. Okay, I’m not going to melt. I can do this.

5:30 AM- At the Bootcamp gym. I see all of my fellow veterans. They’re all instructors now and are tone and buff. L One day…that will be me. I watch as the new recruits get “the speech”. Haha…suckas!

6:00 AM- Yeah!! We’re doing the Fitness Test inside first because of the rain. Dry…warm…comfy. Who-ah!

6:30 AM- You want me to run a mile after that?!? In the immortal words of Melissa Manchester, “It’s my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to!”

6:45 AM- 11 minutes 27 seconds :-P. I blame the rain.

8:00 AM- I’m the early bird at the office. Looking gorgeous in my black Nicole Miller dress I bought off of eBay. I’ve already done my workout for today…sweet!

9:00 AM- Client sessions all day. I’m lucky the clients I work with are all older men. Even on my drowsiest of days I still have a bit more spunk than they do.

6:00 PM- Time to get real work done now that the client has left for the day. What the bleep went on here while I was gone!!??

11:00 PM- Finally headed home. Eh…a consultant’s life.

12:00 AM- That’s one birthday for the record books. Adult birthday’s are…uh…interesting.