I never thought I'd say that "boot camp" is funny! But it is. Or maybe I am just hallucinating so that I make it through.
Right before I had to leave to go this morning, the telephone rang. It was a very upsetting (and still unresolved) problem that stabs the core of who I am. And frankly, very few people--if any--truly know me.
Anyway, this was a definite test from the Universe...as if I need yet another test. After crying my eyes out, do I go? Or do I use this incident as an excuse to skip out? I was tempted. But that means that I would fail the test. I wanted to pass. So I went, and I passed the test.
The women at boot camp are amazing. They seem so "real," as opposed to the typical "Snottsdale" broad. They do seem a bit spoiled, but then again, so am I.
The trainer, John, is far from the "buff bonehead" that I wrote yesterday. He is down to earth and really seems to care about his clients systemically. That is, he seems to care about the totality of a person's health: mental, physical, etc. Maybe he is just faking it.
Sore, but happy I went. Problem is still unresolved, and I am crying again. But hey, if I didn't go this morning, the problem would still be unresolved...and I would have failed.