Entering the last week of Boot Camp, feeling a little sad that this is the end. Tressa and I were there, and Ben worked our arms so hard that I already feel sore. Which is satisfying, I admit.
Wil and I were talking on our drive home that I think I need a tougher coach -- a tougher camp. Or perhaps I don't need a boot camp at all. It *has* been fun to be coached -- exercise without thinking -- but it's a bit pricier than I really want to spend. But we'll see how I feel when we get back from our holiday.
Reading my travel guide about Paris and getting excited about a tiny little run along the Seine and/or in the Jardin du Luxembourg... also excited at the prospect of an early morning run along the seafront in Penrhyn Bay...
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