I'm weak. Oh, you know, we ALL are weak in some regard. But I have a difficult time admitting it. I can skirt the issue. I can give you a great big smile. I can la.la.la.la. But admit it? Weakness? Does. Not. Come. Easy.
So to say I was humbled last week, is an understatement. Hurting my leg, right above my ankle, having no idea what is wrong with it, being unable to walk normal, in any sense of the word.
Trying to get back to bootcamp, in front of 20+ participants, making like I can run (and lap many of them) and do jumping jacks, just not possible.
This morning? I skipped class. The instructor? He knows 100% what is going on. I don't have to tell him. He gets it.
He thinks I'm foolish. He thinks I'm being irrational. He thinks modify, modify, modify. He thinks I need to just come to class and not dwell.
I'm not one for doing what other people would do. And throw in an inability to push everyone in class to the max because I'm the fastest and I'm able to do all of it and not get winded, and I just don't want to go.
Yeah, yeah. I know what you all are thinking ... (that BEEOTCH, shut up!) who cares right?