Camp Tanako...where the days were spent with morning worship by the lake and paddle boats and frozen Snickers. Not the ice cream kind--regular Snickers from the freezer. I loved my cabin, my counselors and my summer friends.
I'm a camper again...but it's not quite as fun. And we definitely DON'T get Snickers. My summer camp is full of sprinting and weight-lifting and crunches and on and on. I can't complain. I signed up for it. And I love it. But some days, like today, when it's rainy and foggy and my alarm goes off at 4:45 a.m., I just want to say no. No boot camp. But then I remember I'm going to the beach in 16 days, and I drag myself out of the warm bed, and drag myself to the complex, where our trainer is greeting us with a smile and his cup of coffee. Is it true that EVERY single day I wish I was the one standing there holding the coffee and not about to drench myself in sweat? Yes. But is it also true that EVERY single time I finish, I'm so glad I did? Yes.
Thanks for waking me up every morning, Matt!