Clean up on Aisle 6

When I was in the seventh grade, my math teacher came into my 7th period class to announce he had created a homework assignment. I was so mad, and I organized my classmates to have a sit-in outside of his classroom. We all sat in front of his door (blocking his class from coming out), and refused to leave until he cancelled the homework. That, my friends, was my first experience organizing people around an issue.

20 some years later, I organize folks around issues for a living (or try). I sure was waiting for my chance to issue organize this morning during boot camp.

We did the usual running time, and today Shelley informed me that she would come chase me if I didn't run. I told her that was dumb because she would pass me pretty quick :) However, I did alternate running a lap and walking a lap during this time.

Our theme for today was "relays". Relays. Really?!?! Surely she didn't think we'd run relays for the rest of class, did she?

We first had to run to the other end and do 10 push-ups, run back and do 10 more...then run down and do 9 push-ups. Do you see the pattern? All the way to one on each end. I was dying after one round, and I started to look around. Who else was ready to revolt? Ok, clearly it wasn't Freedom, because she was my personal cheerleader.

My face was so red, my eyes were full of tears, I was nauseous, mad, sore and out of breath. I looked around again. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Would you believe these people were laughing and having fun? They were smiling. I couldn't look anyone in the eye because the floodgates would open. I couldn't find my bottle of water. Would someone just put me out of my misery?

We moved on to sidesteps or something and squats. We did basketball jumps. We ran backwards, high knee marches. I'm still looking for someone else who looks half as miserable as me. Do I need water? YES! Can I have it? NO. Why? We would need a clean-up on Aisle 6. I would've barfed right then and there. So I just thought about how pained my legs would be later, and listened to Freedom's faith in me. Thank goodness she had it, because I would've quit in a heartbeat.

Rumor has it that today's boot camp is not even close to the toughest. I can't imagine a greater challenge. I just hope I can walk tomorrow.

Any worse and I will puke. Clean up?!