Priscilla- Week 2 is better than 2 Weak

What a difference a week makes-

Last Monday morning was filled with dread. The anticipation of the unknown coupled with having to depart my little warm cocoon at 5 AM was such a terrible feeling.
This Monday morning I still hated leaving my warm bed. As I lay there, I was mentally preparing myself for starting the morning off by running up the 6 flights of stairs. (The gods above must have heard the collective pleas of all us Fit Campers and took pity upon us. We did not ascend nary a stair in any way shape or form!) I was also reluctant to get up simply because I knew the bathroom tiles would be like tiny ice cubes under my bare feet. But I hopped up and was almost dare I say, looking forward to what pain Cain would bring.

As class progressed and we did some of the same things as the previous Monday and I reflected back. Last week, I was thinking "WTF am I doing here!". Today as I lay on that mat still in pain, I thought "I can do this". Mind you I don't enjoy that awful burning feeling I get in my little noodle arms and in my still non existent abs. But it does feel good to actually get out and DO something! Maybe my "milf" isn't turning sour after all.