Last week classes started again. We also got our my marks for last semester. B+, B+, B, B, and C. I'm happy but for some reason part of me is not satisfied. I wanted at least one A. Actually, I'm surprised because I thought 2 of those would be As. I don't know what my classmates got (I will find out once the marks are official), but I have a feeling I'm in the lowest. Although, according to this University's system, B+ and B are considered "very good", and C is "good". I guess that's good enough.
All that to say though that I am kicking it up a notch this semester. I want some "A"s. Why? For my own personal satisfaction.
So Friday morning, I had an 8:30 AM class. I met the coolest professor ever! She loves dogs (even had a photo of her dog on the big screen in class because it's a therapy dog that helps reduce stress :) and self-declared herself a "tree hugger". We are going to get along just fine!
Right after class, a couple of classmates/friends and I had made plans to go to the gym. I have to point out here, that I am "back" in university after being in the work force for 8 years.... I'm 35. So I'm a bit older than these young ladies. I was a bit scared to go back to the gym and pass out or something while these young chicks would outrun me by far. I know it's not a competition, but I was just hoping to be able to keep up and not embarrass myself in a gym full of 20-year-olds.
Once I was able to figure out how to work the (new and modern) Elliptical, I started "stepping" and realized after a minute of this shit that I hate the gym. (I don't like using the word *hate* because it is such a strong and ugly word but I can't find any other English term to describe the feeling I felt while trying to work against a machine.) I don't get along with machines. Well, thank God it just happened that at this time, a yoga class was about to start! Now THAT, I can handle. It was wonderful to get my body moving again.