I am exhausted. I am so exhausted. No, I am downright exhausted. I taught a combined total of eight classes on Monday & Tuesday. It was four step classes and four body sculpt classes. I am truly honestly exhausted.

I remember when I used to teach 20 classes a week. I also used to be 26 years young. Something happens when you turn 30. And continues to exponentially increase for each year over 30 that you become. I am trying to figure out what it is so I can bottle it, seal it, and throw it away.

It's not that during class I am all lethargic and lying on the studio floor cueing the class as I curl up into fetal position. As a matter of fact, during class I am not sure where I get the energy but I continue to do my class. It's a trait that all good instructors have. I even somehow find the energy to be congenial. Not sure where it comes from.

So, today, I am not doing much. I just finished laundry (I'll fold it later). I also took the food my partner cooked for me last night and "re-did" it (the beef needed more cooking time). I made hummus for a party I am going to tonight (NO! I never buy hummus). I will also be making a pork and chickpea stew (Mike is on South Beach, Ugh). Oh yeah, I also will be attending Madonna's concert after the party. See, nothing strenuous. Later.  ¶ 10:19 AM