I hung up the phone.  How the hell am I going to get out of this?  I thought.  I had just agreed to go on a four-day, three-night camping trip with my sister.  

For many reading this blog, a camping trip might sound like fun.  Maybe even just a regular weekend.  

Not me.

I am decidedly NOT outdoorsy.  As a 45 year-old stay-at-home mother of two young boys, my physical activity is limited to walking my kids between the car and school, hauling grocery bags, and my Barre 3 class - which I barely ever attend.  In my pre-kid life, I was a commercial litigator at a big law firm.  Most of these years were spent indoors, in artificial lighting, in a suit, at a desk.  I can't possibly go camping!  I thought.  And, if I'm being honest - I was scared.