Boot camp day 2 was killing me, Smalls. But only because I didn't go to bed until Midnight on boot camp day 1. Five freakin' a.m. rolled around pdq (pretty darn quick) and even though I rolled with it, my stone-cold heart wasn't into it. Neither was my rock-hard body. And as per usual, I couldn't seem to quiet my mind of steel.
But I completed my routine anyway, and took my first power nap of the day between 6:45 and 7:15 a.m. I took another unexpected power nap in the afternoon while folding the laundry--one minute I was gently folding the whites, and the next minute I woke up spooning the darks.
I have no recollection of what happened in between.
My third power nap of the day came at 8:30 p.m. That's when it hit me that sleep is a critical element of boot camp if I want to be successful. So instead of blogging my brains out, I went to bed at 10:00 p.m. on the dot.
I didn't complete any of my top 20 tasks to be accomplished, but I did start reading my first good book, Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor E. Frankl. And I took a quiz in Oprah Magazine. How Optimistic Are You? I scored 18 points, which means I'm a super-optimist. Apparently only 10% of people score above 10 points so I'm thinking I might get my own comic book soon, where I jump out of the nearest phone booth wearing a pair of aqua tights and a red cape and flying through the sky shouting "Have no fear! Super Optimist girl is here!"
Does anyone want to be my side kick? You could wear a mask and say things like, "Holy Pollyanna mobile, Super Optimist girl!" or "Gosh, you sure are confident in your ability to shape situations to your advantage."
That's what Oprah says, anyway.
But what does Oprah know? I'm a jaded ole' lady. Everyone knows that.
This morning things went a little smoother. I was tardy for boot camp--didn't roll out of bed until 6:15 a.m.-- and I still can't get the hang of meditation and visualization, but I have a firm testimony of Kevin Costner and I know that if I build it, it will come.
13 comments:
Yer cracking me up. My stone cold heart had to roll out of bed at 0430. I was not "optimist girl". Thankfully I had a chance to wake up more before my first patient came in.
You are CRACKING ME UP! I even had to read this one to my husband!!! I will be your side kick. But I want the robin egg blue and red combo. Aqua is a little to bright for me. Also we have to wait until my bladder decides if it really has an ifection or it is just being tempermental. I can't be extrememly optimistic when I am hanging in the balance of my bladder and running to the bathroom every 15 minutes during General Conference. Do you think the Prophet will care I listend to his closing remarks from the bathroom?I hope not! I was really trying to hold it and I just couldn't any longer!!!!
Kevin Costner together in the same post? wow! I think springrose makes a good case for being your sidekick. I would try to out-do her but I'm too tired at the moment. I can't wait to see where your boot camp leads you :)
I'd be your Sidekick but Swirl might get mad because I wouldn't go jogging with her on thurs because I was too tired from playing tennis with Rach until 10 pm the night before. Poor Rach, she kept saying she was tired and needed to go to bed because she had seminary in the morning.(Yeah, remember the early morning seminary thing.) We were partners playing doubles and making a comeback, but when when it was 4- in the second set, I said we could be done.
Did you guys get any snow, or was it just Salt Lake? Crazy!
When I was 12, I had a killer crush on Benny the Jet Rodriguez.
I'm getting up at the crack of dawn and running seven miles tomorrow. I don't want to. At all. But I'm gonna. Cause it'll be good for me. See? I'm optimistic too.
Sorry I was logged in as Josh.
I would also love to be a substitute sidekick for when springrose has a conflict. I think it would be so much fun. Would it involve some Kung Fu Panda moves?
Okay, I'm thinking we should have a whole team of side kicks--a bunch of tired ole' ladies with bladder infections, changing diapers and driving carpools. Now that's a reality show if I've ever seen one. hee hee
AND YES, there will be Kung Fu Panda moves and Eagle Power leaps.
Mommy J, you probably won't make the team if you're running 7 miles. That's a little too energetic for us. ;)
Springrose, I think Prez Mons (that's his gangstah rappah name) will forgive you. ;) I was doing the same thing, due to my 7 glasses of water a day dealio.
Martha, I had forgotten all about that early morning seminary. Funny what you can block out when you have to. ha ha Too bad you couldn't run with Swirl, but you live in boot camp mode so it's all good. I still want you on my side kick team.
I thought of you as I was adding up my ounces of water I drank yesterday. Want to know how many? 135oz! I am almost half way there today and it is only 1pm in the afternoon. I am trying to flush my bladder out, and hopefully in process flush some of the extra padding off my behind. Do you think that will work? Since they are both technically in the same area of the body?!
And I love Pres Monsons gangsta name!!!
Is there absolutely NO diet coke allowed at boot camp?
I think I already know the answer. So, since I am sitting here eating Cheetos and drinking diet coke while I read through your comments, I am probably not qualified to apply for the sidekick job. I'm pretty sure I could help you narrow it down though. Sifting through everyone's qualifications might be pretty darn entertaining. Bring it on girls.
135 oz???!!!!??? I'm way behind already.
Sandi, no, no Diet Coke. Only Mountain Dew! But Cheetos are a staple food. Or is it a stapel food? For the side kicks anyway. Me, I'm purifying my temple.
Hee hee
I'll put you in charge of auditioning the applicants.
I will sign up to do anything if it means hanging out with Kevin Costner.
just saying.
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