I still don't understand...

Zumba's going great, but once a week just isn't enough. And upon Kevin's suggestion of www.jeffbartontraining.com, I decided to check out Jeff's bootcamp. It's pretty much the same concept of P90X only it's a person kicking my butt instead of a DVD, and somehow, that makes it easier to handle. There's just something about someone saying "Good job!" to YOU, not a distance audience where you might happen to hear it once a week, 34.5 minutes into a certain workout.

Unfortunately for me, it's still 5am, but I'm learning to enjoy the extra time I have in the morning to make AMAZING scrabbled eggs. TOTALLY worth it, just for the eggs. Mmmm...

Because it's so early and I don't want to disturb my roommate, I usually get ready in the dark. No big deal really...my eyes are adjusted to the lack of light. Until, that is, I brush my teeth in the bathroom with the light on.

Now, of course, I'm completely blind when the light goes off and I go back into the room. I THOUGHT I had the layout of the hallway figured out, but apparently I missed it by six inches...

I gently pushed the door open and moved forward to go in and
SMACK!!
I smashed my nose into the doorway.

Simultaneously, I thought "FRICK. Abort, abort! Football? (Marsha?) Frick. Broken. BLOOD?!?!"

I stumbled back into the bathroom and examined my nose through flooded eyes (you can't help but cry when you smash your nose), but for as much as it hurt - and trust me, it did - there's only a tiny cut and a little swelling that even I wouldn't notice were it not for the fact that I know my face pretty intimately.

Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful that I don't have a nose the size of a baseball, but really, the bigger the injury, the better the story. Case in point, amputation vs. broken finger. Which story would you want to hear more?