So, of course my loathing of running made last week's boot camp even more torturous. Why? Well, we ran and ran and ran and ran and ran. Sure, we had moments of downtime to do burpees or push-ups. We did mountain climbers, squats and jumping jacks. There were high knee runs and basketball hops, but mostly there was running. We had to have a partner and meet them in the middle (Middle? Not so much for my trusty partner, Bob) I think I ran maybe 3 miles and he ran about 5. This also sucked because although we had partners, we were going alone...no one to talk to or joke with. Basically, this is like taking the phone booth away from Clark Kent. My superpower of humor was missing. Ugh. The good news was that this challenge was the FINAL challenge, right? WRONG.
Leave it to Shelley to find additional ways to torture us. Why not throw in some running? I thought my group should be called the chubby checkers (apparently I was the only one who thought that was funny). We had to do a buttload of burpees and crunches- then run a lap. Wait- we also had to walk up the stairs to run the lap and down when we finished. Sometimes we forget how difficult those stairs can be. Of course, when we returned, we did more burpees and crunches. This went on for an hour. Miserable. The trick was, when the skinny fit people finished, they had to come help a less fit person finish. So, at the end of class there were basically two groups. That part was cool because we all went downstairs as a group. You know, like the Combat song says, "We can do it together."
I learned the meaning of the word "shin splints" and I still hate to run. Ugh.
