Character

My roommate Cindy used to fill the ice cube trays up every day because she hated doing it. She said that by doing something you hate on a consistent basis you build character. It's been ten years since she's told me that and I don't think I will ever forget it.

This is my ice cube tray. Even though I don't like running I'm coming to appreciate it. I am enjoying the sheer act of protracted will power. I'm paying for it too; all i can say is "ouch!" as I sit here lathered in Pain Buster II Cream guzzling down water in hopes that it will flush the impurities out. In a few minutes I will embark upon yet another Epsom Salt bath. I swear by these things-- although if you're going to try it I highly recommend adding some moisturizing bath beads. Otherwise your skin might get salt-puckered. Desert-like epidermis aside, the salt bath is like taking two muscle relaxers without any of the drugs (and impurities that I'm furiously flushing). It is second only to a massage.

On a completely different note, today Rachel (my friend and trainer and one-woman personal support system) told me that a lady had pointed me out and said "that girl really looks good." It made me feel like some of this pain is worth it. We'll see how I feel about that when I'm moanin' and groanin' tomorrow.