Sometimes I’m not really sure if we ever grow out of middle school (or high school, for that matter) mentalities. I’m speaking of myself, too, when I say this (not trying to throw jabs). Some situations in life just make it ever more clear that the human mind/spirit is prone to drama….and even prone to enjoying the pain it causes. I’m not sure I want to discuss the situation I’m referring to in specifics, but the gist of it is that people always want to claim being victim. It’s like a game of blame-shifting (but then, it’s been that way since Adam & Eve!) that is all about playing innocent, avoiding guilt and garnering pity. Take a step back, and it all looks pretty selfish…

Today was my first personal training session at the gym. I literally broke a sweat before I even set foot in the door. Was this a bad decision? Is it worth it? Will I hate my trainer? All legitimate questions that were racing through my brain. The amount of caffeine I had practically injected into my body this morning couldn’t have helped my nerves. The last time I had to endure the physical demands of an instructor was in high school with my swim coach and, occasionally, the trainers in the school weight room. For some reason, that never seemed as much of an issue. Perhaps it’s because I was surrounded by other equally un-athletic team mates or gym-class associates. There were always at least…