Ever get those Monday blues? I 'm a little embarrassed to admit that the blues and I are old friends. Actually, more like constant enemies. So, to defeat today's battle I made sure to attend my boot camp class after work. And I love me some boot camp, so there should have been a silver lining at the end of my day. Not so much. I headed to class fairly tired but determined to get in a good workout. You know, something to save me from my funk. The thing with boot camp though is that it's taught by a few ex-marines who love to pick on you. Yell at you. Hit you. Uh, yeah. Sometimes they throw a few (harmless) punches. I guess it's meant to get you riled up. That doesn't work for me.
In the middle of our push up set, one of the instructors came over and slapped my arm. And I mean slapped. It really hurt. He did it again. And again. Usually I'm okay taking the abuse but not today. I told him if he hit me again, I was leaving. And guess what—he stopped. I won the battle but my mood took a turn for the worse! Okay, so there may have been a tear or two rolling down my check but people could have mistaken it for sweat. Plus, I always get really red when I work out, so that could explain my flushed face. Yeah, that's it. Sweat and I was really hot.
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