Well, todays the big day. In a matter of an hour I will step back on the mats for the first time in 6months. I'm scared, nervous, ashamed, anxious etc. I feel like puking and i havent done one bear crawl or burpee. BUT, I'm going to do it anyway. Hate to sound cliche but the MJ death kind of rocked my boat about life. He was the icon for my generation. When your icons start to die the reality of little trivial things become just that, trivial. All the feelings I'm having right now about getting my butt back in shape will be there. I accept them. I welcome them. BUT, I'm still going. As a matter of fact, I'm gone. After class report coming soon.