Last summer I sat in a conference room at a hotel in Disneyland attending a business workshop. The workshop leader, Jeff Jochum, asked the 6 of us attending to write down some of our guilty pleasures. We took a few minutes, did that. Grabbed some coffee. Then he asked us to say them out loud. In front of him, our peers in the room, 4 showit guys filming us and who knows how many were watching us on the internet as it was be live streamed. The first 2 I listed were just meh. Something others related to. Nothing that really gave insight to who I am.  Then I said my third guilty pleasure. Some sat puzzled. Others laughed. And I’m certain some were slightly grossed out.

3. I like my feet to be dirty.

It felt like at least 2 minutes had gone by before Jeff said anything, although I’m sure it was really 3 seconds. He replied with “Why?” Something he would continue to ask me more times than I want to mention. I knew why. I based how adventurous my day was on how dirty my feet were. If they were clean was I really LIVING life.

Now winter is slowly coming to an end. And during winter my feet aren’t getting too dirty. They’re generally covered in the winter. And even if they weren’t snow keeps your feet pretty clean. This time of year I base my daily adventure level on how sore my body is. Cause honestly I love the feeling of rubbing Tylenol Precise pain reliever cream into my neck, shoulders, legs, back. I love it. The feeling of being that sore makes me feel alive. I can literally feel that I pushed myself.

Today I sit here rubbing that Tylenol Precise cream all over my neck and shoulders. It stinks literally smells, I won’t lie. And, pushing away anything, or anyone, that comes close to my bruised cheek.  But I love it. It might be Monday in the office but I’m inspired to go beyond my “boundaries” this week. And although I’m really sore from yesterday I pushed myself. Took runs and lines I’d never done. And didn’t let a good face slam stop me from enjoying it. Sometimes I let a slam at work hold me back for a bit. That was the last 2 weeks. But it took just one day to remind me that  I sorta like the feeling of a slam in a way. I don’t stay down. I get up and I conquer it. I’m ready. I’m gonna rock this week. BIG TIME!

It’s taken me a few months to really share that guilty pleasure. I used to be embarrassed by it. But these dirty feet (and sore body) say something about me, a little bit of who I am. I’m gladly embracing it. Care to share? What are your guilty pleasures?

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