Last night at boot camp, we were doing the very last station which involved pushing a 75 pound weight (like the kind you put on the bar for a bench press) halfway across the room and back. I was having a lot of trouble and I was halfway back when my body was like “Oh no, fuck this!” and I stopped. Then I heard an unfamiliar voice yell “Come on, Anna! You got this!” and I realized it was coming from a woman I did not know, standing a few feet away at another station. And then I realized that I was the only person still finishing their station and the entire class was cheering me on to finish the last 10 feet, which I was actually able to do. Then everyone clapped for me and we went into our final stretches.

At first, I was completely embarrassed but I had to stop and realize that people were not making fun of me, they genuinely wanted me to succeed, even if it was just pushing a weight 10 feet, and that felt pretty good. It’s tricky for me to be in social situations like this but I’m getting used to it. I take things very personally and was already frustrated because I was having a lot of trouble at one of the previous stations—I couldn’t do a single pull up—and a lot of rollergirls were there. One of my reasons for doing the boot camp is because I knew other rollergirls would be there. I don’t know whether I wanted to prove I wasn’t washed up or if it was just because I had such issues while I did skate with not being the “best” or a fan favorite or popular or other crap like that.

Anyway.

Last night we had chicken soft tacos. My husband made some amazing pulled chicken to which we added black beans, cheese, sour cream, and salsa. This recipe came from the diet plan we were provided so I knew it was okay to eat! Check it:

I fell asleep on the couch this morning after waking up and coming downstairs. When I got off the couch, I felt something pop in my back. I’ve herniated a disc in the past and this is a really painful exacerbation. No boot camp for me tonight, which sucks. Hopefully I can stretch it out and go back tomorrow. Normally I’d have kickball but it looks like it’s going to rain so with any luck, I can get back tomorrow since Thursday and Friday I have evening work meetings and a wedding on Saturday…I won’t be able to get back until next Monday.