I've been told that 'what won't kill me, will make me stronger'...I'm not sure that I'm a believer. I, for whatever reason, have signed up to a "boot camp". Call me crazy...I have always had a secret desire to do one. To get into great shape, to be able to exercise and not collapse in the first 15 minutes of the attempt. I’m not talking aerobics, I can do that, I mean real hard work, hard core exercise that someone else is pushing you to do because you are too lazy to do it yourself exercise, that’s what I want to do. To be able to RUN...I’ve never been able to run!! So what better way than a boot camp, right?
First step, find a partner to go with me...I sent out an email, to no kidding like 20 of my nearest and dearest friends and no takers. (Wonder why?) Got back lots of mean and threatening emails however...and then a light...a true friend...one true friend!!! I had a sucker...I mean a true friend...willing to go down into the trenches with me and tough it out for a month. Was she serious, willing to go down this dark and dreary road at 5am with me? Was she just seeing if I was crazy? Was she really serious? YES!!! She was!! (Not crazy, serious)
Step two, getting weighed in… (scary!), not the weighing in, the going to the instructor's house)…there was a set date and time on Saturday. I couldn’t make it. I had a packed day, as always on Saturday with sports, and so, I called and asked if there was another time that I might be able to come, her response, “Are you not committed?”, “Ummm, yes, I just am not able to make that time due to 2 soccer games and a track meet.” “So are you saying that you’re not committed to this process?” “NO!, I’m saying I cannot commit to the time you have scheduled on Saturday, on Saturdays I’m committed to my family.” “If you’re not committed you might as well just quit now.” This went on and on, finally I got a new time to meet AT HER HOUSE…scary I know…during the week. I know she is thinking that I’m probably a non- committed 400 pound cupcake eater, but when she opened the door…SURPRISE… just me…still a cup cake eater but just not the 400 pounds I think she was expecting. (Served her right for being so mean!)
Step three, wake up…torture begins sharply at 5:30am to 6:30am. We leave at 5:10 which means I wake up at 4:50; mind you this is only on the weeks that I drive. If I am NOT driving, 5:00 is plenty of time!!!
Day 1: Ok…no baby steps and getting you warmed up here…full throttle, throw both feet in, kinda work out. We had to RUN, and remember I DON’T RUN, around this field which had to be about, who knows, 10 football fields, okay maybe not that many, maybe a mile, but when you’ve never ran a day in your life, except to find a fabulous pair of shoes on sale, it feels like 10 football fields!! Anyway, we ran it THREE times, yes three times, is she crazy? Guess when you wear a shirt that says, “Consider Your Butt Already Kicked” on the very first day…it says it all. Yes? Then we had to do LARGE lunges across the basketball court three times, three must have been the magic number. Can you say, “OUCH”! Then we did more running, and some more “stuff” that quite frankly I just don’t remember because at that point I had lost all oxygen to my brain.
Day 2: My body feels like one massive brick is tied to each of my arms and legs and is being dragged when I walk. I can’t bend, squat or turn but other than that, I’m feeling grand!! Actually, I do feel okay; Mike said I cried several times through out the night, I do recall doing so. I wanted so badly to turn over and couldn’t move a muscle, doesn’t help when you have a 3 year old stowaway in your bed kicking you either! Went to camp today and was certain we were going to work on arms…fat chance, more legs. Oh my poor legs. Don’t think that they can take much more. I didn’t really consider myself in “bad shape”, until Monday that was, now I would say I’m slightly above pathetic. I did manage to run a bit better than I thought I would have done. Good news, only 3 weeks and one day left…
Stay tuned for more Boot camp updates…
Well we did it…survived yet another Halloween that is. It was a tough one however…costumes did not come easy this year. We had some party poopers and some who could just not make a decision, as to WHAT to be, but at the end of the day, we were all sugared up and I guess that’s all that really matters. Everyone had a great time at Grandma and Grandpa’s house trick-or-treating with cousins and now…we are done for another 364 days (yea!)
I've been told that 'what won't kill me, will make me stronger'...I'm not sure that I'm a believer. I, for whatever reason, have signed up to a "boot camp". Call me crazy...I have always had a secret desire to do one. To get into great shape, to be able to exercise and not collapse in the first 15 minutes of the attempt. I’m not talking aerobics, I can do that, I mean real hard work, hard core exercise that someone else is pushing you to do because you are too lazy to do it yourself exercise, that’s what I want to do. To be able to RUN...I’ve never been able to run!! So what better way than a boot camp, right?
Ok…no busting on the video. YES, I know it stinks, I had NO idea where he was coming from and what the heck was going on, so really, it’s a video of nothing but you can sorta see his picture on the screen and hear his name. It was a fun morning. They called up all the kids that made it for that month and they ran up to the front to the music of “Rocky”. All the teachers had made a hand-tunnel that the kids would run under…ya, didn’t get that part:).
Baker went to 5th Grade Outdoor Ed last week for 3 days in Prescott last week. Who knew of all the people, I would be the biggest wreck!...You would have thought I was sending him on his mission or something, but no, just outdoor ed.
