Oh my days. I feel like I've been mauled by a bear, crawled out of my grave with broken bones, walked across a snowy tundra and exacted revenge for my son's death.
No oscars for me though, I've just been going to a gym class at 5am this week. Today is day 3 with a rest day in between. I'm shattered. The gym owner kept calling me "Khaleesi" to motivate me which I appreciate, and yeah, most days I am the mother of dragons, but today I felt like the mother of suck-ass, last of the race, breaker of burpees.
But at the same time I feel good. You gotta start somewhere, so I might as well start in the winter of my 20s, with my soft teddy bear stature and low stamina. Here's to better health.