The longest swim of my life ensued. Battling panic, hyperventilation, and being lapped by a group of men swimmers took every single ounce of energy that I had. Jon and Nancy were forced to watch a floundering woman use a doggie paddle and back float method to complete a swim that took 6 times longer than it should have.

I immediately implemented the Primal Eating plan. I went home, baked some brownies, and KILLED them.

Taking a deep breath and an assessment of the public washroom floor’s lack of cleanliness, I dropped to the ground, shoved my purse out ahead of me, and started the task of birthing myself out of the stall.

There I was walking downtown with one of my male co-workers; portfolio in one hand and a cup of hot, hot coffee in the other. Suddenly a gust of wind picked up the hem of my cute Kenneth Cole dress and I became Marilyn Monroe for a moment.

Ok, so I’m not the typical woman. But I’m not Attila the Hun either! I may have been built to work the farm, but it doesn’t mean people should comment on it.