I have completed 2 sessions of boot camp and so far, so almost good. I mean that in the most positive way. I'm pretty sore and I've been popping ibuprofen like tic-tacs, but if that's my biggest complaint after two grueling days of the most intense physical activity I have engaged in since two turns at natural childbirth, then that's not so bad. What I have learned to date:
- It is really dark at 5:30 in the morning. (see photo)
- I must be Jamaican because if I am required to run a distance of more then 200 meters, I'm done. The timed mile was nothing short of torturous for me. My time was a frightening 14:39, which I believe qualifies me for a wood medal.
- My bathroom scale loves me and has been lying to me for months. She wanted me to feel good about myself so she keep about 20lbs. from me.
- Having to climb the subway stairs with sore legs and gluteus maximus is absolutely no fun.
- I am in a shape, just not one I want to stay in.
Wish me luck!! 2 hrs. down and 18 more to go.
P.S.- *Jamaicans are fine runners, big up to all the gold medal winners*
No comments:
Post a Comment