And she's climbing the stairway to he....

Here comes day 4 of Boot Camp. Honestly, I have no idea how many more days of this I have...but this is for real boot camp. I'm sort of worried to check my mail at this point- there may be draft papers from the President. I always wear my hair up above my collar and try to keep it neat. The only military thing we are missing is those cool songs that go along with the running and marches (Shelley???).

I arrive at boot camp VERY sore. Of course, I did Body Attack which was fun and exhausting. My knees were killing me and so were my calf muscles (along with my shoulders and back). I did this little announcement of my pain on facebook the night before and called Shelley every nice word I could come up with...I was so hoping she'd be kind. We started with a 15 minute "run". I opted for the inside track and a walking version of a run. As I walked my laps, I constantly worried about whether or not someone would hear me screaming when I tore my calf muscle. I also totally worried that the three old people behind me were going to lap me. UGH. It is one thing to be lapped by by fellow bootcampers, it is a whole 'nother ballgame to be lapped by a 70-something threesome who is talking as fast as they walk.

The next part of bootcamp can best be described at the devil's staircase. We started with jumping jacks for 30 seconds, then added another exercise for 30 seconds, then another, and another and another and another and another and another and....well, you get the idea. We did push-ups, planks, squats and biceps. Holy smokes- and the breather in between seemed to disappear. So, we added up to like 6 exercises and then worked our way back down. See? It was basically hell.

As we climbed the stairway to hell, Shelley spread out mats around the room. This was very scary, but not nearly as scary as what the mats were for. If you've read my blog, you know that the worst exercise in the history of the world is the burpee. It is not made for obese people. It is not made for uncoordinated people, it is not made for ME. So, of course, we do a version of the burpee (or 5). Everyone gets on a mat in the egg-shaped circle and assumes the hover position. We stay in that position while we play burpee duck-duck-goose. One person does 5 burpees and then runs around the circle, the the next person goes....Shelley is so sweet, she picked the person next to me to go first. So I was the second burpee-er in the group. It forces you to try to go really fast, everyone else is hovering and it hurts!!! So, I dropped, pushed-up, crawled back to a stand, praised Jesus and repeated it 4 more times. I think I added an apology in too. Then I ran around the circle looking like a doofus and back to hover. It took us 6 minutes to do the entire "domino".

Then came the best part of class- THE END :) I was proud to have survived yet another day. I was so disappointed that like half the class didn't come. I mean, if my fat butt can make it- so can you, ya know? I also knew it was going to be a very physical day at work and stressful.

Here's a difference between boot camp and body attack. After Attack, I cleaned my apartment, was full of energy and got so much done. After boot camp, I felt the evil chill take over my body and I went home and crawled in bed "to get warm", I managed to fall asleep and snooze about a million times. Boot camp is exhausting- it wears you out in mind and body. You have to continue to use your mind to get through the physical work. It is crazy!!

As an aside- I received two Easter baskets full of candy. I have yet to open a single piece. When I hit my 15 pound mark, I will be eating a Reese Cup...but I am learning some self-control and that excites me.