Oh....dear....god....I hurt. What I was going to tell ya'll (my four total readers) is that I started Boot Camp today. And again, Oh....Dear....god....I hurt. I haven't had this much exercise since two-a-day softball practices in high school. It is only for an hour, two days a week for six weeks. A friend of mine from work talked me into it....I was shooting her "you are going to die" looks all throughout the workout. She probably didn't see me because we were going every which way trying to learn the workout exercises. This Boot Camp is ran by military men. Yeah, that is right, they show up in military garb, all built and fit. They teach it as if you were going through boot camp, but without the yelling. Which is good because I would just break down and cry.
After sweating my ass off and moving parts of my body that usually never get moved, I crashed on the picnic table. I felt like I was going to throw up and pass out all at the same time. This just goes to show how out of shape I am. It is quite pathetic. I couldn't even do a girl push-up. When I got to the apartment I struggled up the stairs and literally crashed on the floor. I then cried. I think I cried because I hurt, I felt embarrassed and I felt accomplished. I did it. We (Wendy and I) did it! We will continue to do it! I can do anything in 6 weeks!
We go back on Thursday for cardio. I think that translates into running. Can you feel the burn?