Lately I've had more than a few workouts where I feel like the woman in the video below (actually five years ago I was the woman in the video below), except that I can't blame my workout mishaps on my kids. Instead I chalk it up to missing my alarm, getting rained out, not having my shit together, etc. We all have days like that (or in my case, I'm in a week like that). This too shall pass. Right? If you find my head, please return it. It's the one with the big zit on the chin I tried and failed to pop. When will I learn that never goes well?