old legs

I am starting to notice something.
I'm getting old.
I say that without searching for a compliment, or to sound ironic. Yes, I know that literally I'm not old... but, man, I'm worn out.
I feel disconnected from who I used to know myself as. The last time I knew myself was a long, long time ago. Under a different sky. With much cuter legs.
So, I've decided to reclaim those legs, and I've done the unimaginable.
I signed up for Boot Camp.
(some of you are gasping, knowing my liberal views and imagining me becoming a marine.)
No, not that boot camp! The one at my gym! It's everyday for 4 weeks, and blends different aspects of exercise together, along with nutrition.
But, mostly, I signed up for the calm. I'm hoping a little drop in my jean size will add a little skip in my step. And, I need a release.
It used to be sex. Then it became chocolate.
Now it will have to be exercise.
And, I'm perfectly fine with this trade.....
well, at least for 4 weeks.