I guess the title of this post says it all. I have never, ever, ever, EVER been tempted to blog - who has the time, right?!?!? BUT after many attempts at keeping a journal failed- and when I say "journal", I mean a small notebook I found at Target on sale - I decided to move to a more advanced option.....and when I found out the hard way that video diaries were obviously created for small, petite teenagers with perfect skin, I thought starting a blog sounded like the next safest option.
A new journey started for me about three weeks ago and I hope to keep track of my progress here. After several years of feeling like my muscles were slowly turning into the goop that Vienna sausages are packaged in - gag- I signed up for a boot camp. A good friend of mine and I talk about this a lot and I don't know why I can't love yoga...or Pilates...or anything that doesn't involve sprints and vomiting. But she is the same way and we THINK it's because we played sports for so long that we have no idea how to exercise except when someone is screaming at us and forcing us to run until we puke.
On my first day, I seriously walked in thinking, "I'm semi-strong and I've been running for a couple weeks so I should be able to hang"......ummmm, well I figured out really fast that I am a moron. An out-of-shape, slow, cry-baby moron. By the end of the workout, I could not feel my legs and I am pretty sure I had a collapsed lung. Well maybe not a collapsed lung, but I definitely felt like I wanted to die - an agonizing, sore death. We completed what is called the Deck of Cards work out. While Josh, the Dictator...er, I mean the instructor flips through a deck of cards, he yells out whatever he flips over and applies it to a certain exercise. For example, he flips over a 9 so he yells out "9 squat jumps!" and then he flips over a 4 and he yells out, "4 crunches!". I have never hated cards so much in my life....I am thinking poker nights are going to have a whole new meaning to me now!
Now I am on week three and am actually able to walk like a normal person again and I think, I THINK, I might have some definition back in my stomach (not much, but beggars can't be choosers). It does not mean that I don't struggle EVERY time I go but it is not as much torture as the first couple sessions. I shall save some of the experiences I have had with suspension training (it is as terrifying as it sounds) and squat walks until next time.
Anyone else out there been through a boot camp or currently in one? If you are still alive and kicking, it will continue to give me hope. :)
