Dear Butt...

What a day... It started out with me mentally writing my butt an apology letter.  It went something like this. 

"Dear Butt,
You've always been there for me, always given me a safe place land.  There has been the occasional Hem-nightmare but I don't blame you for that..  I consider that a toll that I had to pay to ride on the Motherhood Super Highway.  So saying all that, I need to give you some difficult news that is going to be hard for you to hear.  I am sorry to do this to you , however we are going to another cycle class.  I know you have just recovered from the last class.  I am sure this time will not be so bad.  The instructor said that after 3 classes butts hardly complained about the seats anymore.  (I don't believe her - but I don't want Butt to know that!)  So hang in there Butt it will be over soon!"

I survived cycle class #2 - that which does not kill you makes you stronger...The instructor said several times during the class.  "This is good pain!"  Talk about an oxymoron - As she said it I was thinking, "Really is there good pain - I think NOT!!"  The best thing about sweating and working out is that it makes water easy to drink.  I went through 2 bottles in that class.

The rest of my day involved 2 hours in my dentist chair getting a temp crown on a cracked tooth - AN IMPROVEMENT OVER THE CYCLE CLASS. - At leave the dentist gave me laughing gas!!!

I'm kinda in a mood - Tomorrow I am facing a water aerobic class - combining 3 things I am not crazy about, being in my bathing suit, being cold and being wet!   Oh YEA!!  BRING IT!!!
Thanks for the support!