Back to the meathead section again today. It was oddly empty. Sadly devoid of meatheads. Only my own reflection to study in the mirror.
Light pink is not my color. (I know Candace, I'm a winter. I shall, henceforth, dress accordingly.)
I've never been that comfortable with the whole "staring at myself in the mirror" thing. Especially if my face is red and sweaty. Oh well. Personal training and bikram yoga are challenging. Most especially bikram yoga, where I am commanded to look at my puce-colored, sweat soaked body and contemplate how beautifully strong it is.
Beautifully strong indeed.