Oh My Gah...I'm Going to Die

No seriously. Do you know how many times I said that this morning? It was followed only by, "I think I'm going to puke." Yep! It was time to return to boot camp. I'll confess to looking forward to it- in fact, I even woke up at 4:29 (one whole minute before my alarm went off). I was even standing at the curb waiting for Misty when she came to pick me up.

It was a cool morning after the storms came through yesterday, and we were prepared for an outdoor morning. Okay, I thought I was- but I so wasn't. First of all, Shelley (whose name I spelled wrong in Day 1's blog) wasn't there. WHAT?!! I was not prepared for that. So, Melissa announced that we would start with "hovers" followed by the mile. She even had towels for people who needed them. Apparently, I needed one, but...I didn't know what a hover was. The closest thing I could imagine was a HoverRound, and I knew there wasn't a chance in hockeysticks that I was going to get to race anyone on a battery operated cart. So, I just looked around and felt silly. Finally, someone shouted out that there were some new folks. A hover, in case you're wondering, is basically a plank with your forearms on the ground (in this case, concrete). That was kind of fun (shhhh- don't tell). Then came the mile. That sucked.

This excitement was followed by the part that nearly killed me, and made me realize that I got ABSOLUTELY nothing from my mother...except for the peach fuzz covering my face (you know, the stuff that shows beautifully in pictures) and the worstest knees in the world. Heck, I might not even have knees.

We grouped in teams of 3 or 4 and lined up next to a tree. We had to get to a middle tree in various ways and then do some form of torture...no break really and each "exercise" lasted 5 minutes. So we did jumping squats and jumping jacks, duck walks and mountain climbers, lunges, bear walk (well, they bear walked...I didn't do so well), we did a 20 count plank, push-ups and suicides. I thought I might die, for real. The odds were very high this morning. I wanted to cuss Melissa out, she was trying to kill me. Then she mentioned it was her birthday (whew! Good thing I didn't cuss her out, eh?).

My hands hurt from the wet grass (and the constant sliding down during the mountainman climber thingy), my knees were wet, my shoes are a mess, and I am SO SORE! I don't think my knees were prepared for all of the impact they got today- and I still feel like a complete idiot in there. I mean, I know they aren't all watching me, but my mom sang "You're So Vain" to me as a kid for a reason.

I came home, wet, cold, and cold. I even crawled back in bed to warm up and stayed cold all day. Oh- and I limped because I think I left my knees in the grass at the Civic Center. I hope some kid doesn't think they're Easter eggs.

I'm looking forward to going back on Tuesday...I hope Shelley is back- and I'm not just saying that because she apparently now reads the blog. I like the bark and the fact that she gives options for the fat girl and because I know she is going to push me.

The other day one of the trainers told me that she used to weigh 200 pounds. I kind of scoffed at her because I weigh quite a bit more than that, but it shows that results can come of this. Heck, maybe someday I'll be the girl inspiring the next girl when I say, "Stick with it. I used to weigh 263.5 pounds." Who knows?

Have a great Easter weekend. Maybe someday I'll tell you about belly dancing...

J