I don’t look quite this bad.
At the end of the day, I am still gainfully employed (today anyhow).
At the end of the day, my horns don’t show.
At the end of the day, I have some of the most treasured friends a body could have.
At the end of the day, my hair is not neon green.
At the end of the day, the love of the Lord is in my heart (most of the time I act like it too).
At the end of the day, I get to walk on carpet and not sharp stones.
At the end of the day, there is much to be thankful for.
Last night I joined in the Zumba swim class again. I didn’t work as hard as last time because I had a nasty migraine earlier in the day, and I didn’t want it coming back for a stay. Therefore, I wasn’t as wiped out after the class.
I still laughed a LOT during the class! It’s a hoot trying to follow the instructor while standing on tippy toe in a swimming pool up to my neck in water.
Now for the bad news: I had to pee at 35 minutes. No way was I going to get out for that! The last 25 minutes of class felt like an hour and a half.
In the end, it was worth it: I feel a little sore, the migraine didn’t come back, and I’ve gone to the gym two weeks in a row! Just to work on the beverage ratio factor.
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