Joanna and Naomi do Bootcamp

That’s right. I didn’t make it to bootcamp this morning. Not going was actually pretty spectacular – I read the newspaper, I washed the dishes after breakfast, instead of letting them sit all day, and I didn’t have to shower at work. Okay, so it was spectacular in a morning-type of way. It’s not showy like a Vegas spectacular, but it has it’s own type of quiet wonderful-ness. 

Speaking of work, I just started a new job on Monday that has radically changed my morning routine. I’m fond of routines, so it did slightly stress me out. I now drive directly to work post bootcamp, with my day clothes, breakfast and lunch packed, and hopefully a towel. It’s more organization than I’d like; since I can’t hardly swoop back home for a hairbrush, or pair of socks…And strangely enough, the hour of bootcamp is now a calm oasis in the middle of my mornings.

How did that ever happen? I wake up, rushed to be organized. I worry about arriving on time. Then I stop thinking for an entire hour, apart from the stray snarky comment and eye roll to show the trainers they’re not the boss of me. Then I hurry back to my car, dreading the thought that a car accident could be somewhere along my route, slowing me down. And I haven’t gotten over the weirdness of showering at work. 

Bootcamp: 0, Joanna: plus one million sleep-is-awesome points, the sound of one hand clapping: priceless.