Looking Back on Wednesday

In short, it started great then went to "H," "E," double hockey sticks. I went to the gym around 10 as usual. I lifted weights quickly followed by a short cardio workout. And as I finished running, two young ladies and a gentlemen approached me. They asked if I would answer some questions and if they could include my photo in Glamour. For a minute, I paused. I was sweating and didn't have a chance to prep. However, I thought, "why not?" Nothing ventured. Nothing gained. Right? And of course, numerous scenarios swirled around my head. "What if it's good and someone spots me and wants me to do more?" "What if someone sees the photograph and thinks they need me for their new fitness campaign?"

Looking back, I wish I would have worn a different shirt to the gym. I wish I had been to my colorist sooner. I wish. I wish. I wish. I always tell Chris, "You never know who you'll run into at the gym." Now, he can never say anything to me when he sees me "doing my hair" before going to workout. Who knows, they may not even use any of the 50 shots they took. My face was at times snarled because I couldn't stop thinking about how unflattering the orange wall behind was.

Anyway, I then headed to class. Within five minutes, the teacher called me to the board. I was sweating from my workout. I could barely speak. From there, it was downhill. I left 90 minutes later annoyed that I still can't understand when people speak French. After 8 months, I was hoping to hear better. This level of frustration began to eat away at my enjoyment of living in Paris. So, from that I decided to "not stress anymore."

I won't get annoyed if I don't learn the language as fast or as in depth as I originally planned. Everything will fall into place as it should. My class will be soon over. I now know enough French to be dangerously slow when speaking to friends and strangers. I will now enjoy Paris - future fitness model or not!