Today saw me literally falling out of my car. FALLING OUT OF MY CAR. Who DOES THAT? I opened the door and it was as if my feet and legs couldn’t cooperate enough to manage a foot-on-the-pavement solid step movement, so instead opted for the next best thing and just decided to slide me under my car. As soon as my foot touched the ground, I slid uncontrollably under my driver’s side door. There was no attempt at grabbing anything to stop the decent from happening, I just went with the motion and kept on going. I even shut my door. It was kinda graceful, really. In slow motion, I would have looked like an elegant ballerina deciding to check the underside of my car…with my feet. In my defense, the pavement was a sheet of ice from all that freezing rain crap…but still…SLID OUT OF MY CAR. Ugh. AND, Friend witnessed the aftermath as I sat on the freezing ground deciding if I should attempt to stand, or just stay the hell down there…so she laughed…all the way into bootcamp. FRIENDS ARE AWESOME.
AND, I finished a bootcamp class, thank you very much.
A million burpees and several thousand push-ups…I’m sure it was that many. At the very least…I lost count.
I SLID UNDER MY CAR AND MANAGED TO EXERCISE.
What did you do today?