It's not that I don't want to help people...I do. I can be very helpful when I want to be, and chances are I'd want to be in an emergency situation. But the thing is...I feel guilty about EVERYTHING. If I saved your life but broke your ribcage, I'd feel horrible. I'd probably send you an apology note and a quilt, just to make myself feel better. If, god forbid, I did the best I could trying to save someone and failed? I just don't even know how I'd handle that. I still feel pangs of guilt for not being able to help someone YEARS ago, even though there was literally nothing I could have done to help.
But hey, I have pictures!
This week is pretty much a week full of "really long days" with little to no time to eat, let alone work out. Ok, let me rephrase. Little to no time to work out that doesn't require me being functional before the buttcrack of dawn. Sorry, kids...momma doesn't run before 7 AM.
Immediately after I wrote that (at 7:45 AM), my dog walked in and flopped on the ground, which inspired me to get up off my butt, put on my shoes, and "run" a mile. Honest to god, I would have run it if I weren't dragging a 70 lb teenage puppy monster around by her face. Stupid dog is lazy beyond all reckoning..."high energy" breed my @$$.
In other news, this song continues to make me shake my booty at work:
How about you? Would you be able to (or have ever) save a life?
What's making your booty bounce today?
What's your favorite rage workout?