Last Friday, I got home at 6 p.m. I planned to nap for an hour, wake up, hang with the family, do homework, eat, etc. It would have been a pretty typical night. An hour passes and The Mr. and daughter finally come home. My daughter tries to wak me up and I keep saying, "Just give me 10 more minutes." The normally perisistent, young lady finally gives up. It is my dry mouth and need to urinate that finally wakes me up. The clock reads: 2:30 a.m. What happened? I go back to sleep and I do not get up until after 8:00 a.m. the next morning. What happened?

Last night, my best friend is celebrating her 31st birthday party. I have just enough in me to wish her a happy brithday and I drag myself back home where I sleep for another 10+ hours.

The only significant change has been my weekly kindergarten classroom visits. I absolutely love the teacher that I am shadowing, but I have heard these stories, before. My current supervisor lasted a month in a kindergarten classroom. She ended up in the emergency room. Coincidence? Maybe.  My husband half-jokingly said, "You are never this --always sick or about to be." And, that is how I feel. But, it could the be pressure I am putting on myself to finish the last leg of this program, as well--the perfect immune system-destroying storm.

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In the gym, I met Brother #2 to train. He experienced extreme soreness for about 3-4 days after training legs., last week "Those are DOMS." I explained about delayed soreness and that if he is training, progressively, they will be fairly common (even as he becomes familiar with the gym). "Well, they SUCK!", he laughed. There were times that I found myself feeling somewhat emotional. He ended up sharing a lot of his personal story with me. And, he wondered, "I look at myself and wonder how did I get here?" Working so closely with someone, you realize that people really are not so different: love, loss, divorce, school, work, family, hurt. It is all the same. The difference is in what and how you deal with life and all that comes with it. And, it seems like self-love, in the form of fitness, is a great healer.

Every week, I become more and more inspired.