Boot camp day 2 was killing me, Smalls. But only because I didn't go to bed until Midnight on boot camp day 1. Five freakin' a.m. rolled around pdq (pretty darn quick) and even though I rolled with it, my stone-cold heart wasn't into it. Neither was my rock-hard body. And as per usual, I couldn't seem to quiet my mind of steel.
But I completed my routine anyway, and took my first power nap of the day between 6:45 and 7:15 a.m. I took another unexpected power nap in the afternoon while folding the laundry--one minute I was gently folding the whites, and the next minute I woke up spooning the darks.
I have no recollection of what happened in between.
My third power nap of the day came at 8:30 p.m. That's when it hit me that sleep is a critical element of boot camp if I want to be successful. So instead of blogging my brains out, I went to bed at 10:00 p.m. on the dot.
I didn't complete any of my top 20 tasks to be accomplished, but I did start reading my first good book, Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor E. Frankl. And I took a quiz in Oprah Magazine. How Optimistic Are You? I scored 18 points, which means I'm a super-optimist. Apparently only 10% of people score above 10 points so I'm thinking I might get my own comic book soon, where I jump out of the nearest phone booth wearing a pair of aqua tights and a red cape and flying through the sky shouting "Have no fear! Super Optimist girl is here!"
Does anyone want to be my side kick? You could wear a mask and say things like, "Holy Pollyanna mobile, Super Optimist girl!" or "Gosh, you sure are confident in your ability to shape situations to your advantage."
That's what Oprah says, anyway.
But what does Oprah know? I'm a jaded ole' lady. Everyone knows that.
This morning things went a little smoother. I was tardy for boot camp--didn't roll out of bed until 6:15 a.m.-- and I still can't get the hang of meditation and visualization, but I have a firm testimony of Kevin Costner and I know that if I build it, it will come.