Just Call Me Special Ed

I am someone who has been a perfectionist for most of my life.

In school, I delighted in getting straight A's - mainly because my brothers never did, and it was something that made me feel a little superior in a family that was very pro-male children.  They just were.  And so, I got my ego boost by being smart.

I stayed away from doing anything that didn't come naturally (sports).

And then...this week...Ferrell's.

I am telling you - if you ever saw a special ed kid mainstreamed with the non-special ed kids...that's me in class.

I am UNCOORDINATED.  I have no timing.  I can't figure out the steps.  I ain't got no plank.  No.  REALLY.  Unless I stick my behind up in the air in a VERY unflattering way, I cannot plank.

Actually, I think the special ed kids probably do better at this than I do.

I'm sore - but praying through it.  Tomorrow may be a whole new level of pain since today we did A LOT of punching and kicking today.  I will say, it is nice to have my husband there with me.  He doesn't judge what I can't do, and just keeps encouraging, so I am VERY thankful and blessed to have him with me through this.

I am hoping I can move tomorrow.  I definitely now recall several places in my body where there were once muscles.  And also?  1/2 hour after the workouts, I am FREEZING for hours.  Ugh. I guess it's a good thing, because that means my metabolism is stepping up, and my body is working to cool me off, but a little too efficiently I guess, because under 3 blankets and a heated throw, I was still ICE COLD.  I am sure it will level off, but ugh!

Tomorrow - strength training.  If anybody approaches me with a medicine ball, I'm throwing it at them.