It's the little things...

It's been that kind of week. The kind that can sweep you off your feet and plant you on your back with your skirt in the air. Except, I don't wear skirts, and if I did, I'd have workout shorts on underneath. (because you never know when you will need to throw a side kick.) (and, well, I don't like my thighs touching - the whole sweat thing)

Anyways. There I was, flat on my back (figuratively, but it really happened) and I had to do something. One, I needed to get up and find some dignity. Two, I needed to fight back and figure out whatever the heck knocked me over.