I went to a step-aerobics class tonight that kicked my ass. Who knew you had to be so coordinated to get some good cardio in? Between the old ladies counting at me and guiding me when I screwed up, and the pain I have in my calves for being daring and adding two levels to my "step", I think I will reconsider ditching bootcamp for a "girly" workout to avoid the rain.
I went home and painted, hated what I painted and made a mess over it. I think I’ll hang it in my bedroom, it’s the right colors and it will remind me to be more patient.