Hey, bus. When'd you hit me?
Thursday, August 26, 2010
I'm a slacker. I admit it. That's the first step, right? So I go to the gym and I spend 30-60 minutes on the treadmill and sometimes I push myself, but often I don't. That's why I like classes. I really need someone yelling at me to go faster/harder/longer. Me? I think 3 lunges is enough. Trainers seem to think 39839840280384093843 is about right.
Anyway, that's why I signed up for this boot camp. I need someone shoving me toward my goals.
Yesterday was my first day. Holy Baby Buddha it was the longest hour of my life.
I felt good after it was over and knew I'd be sore with all those crazy things she had us doing that my body's not used to. And I was sore by yesterday afternoon.
Then this morning I got out of bed and realized every single square millimeter of my body is achy. LOL. It's the 'good kind' of achy. I feel like I accomplished something. I know I worked out.
But damn I'm not used to pushing myself like this anymore! *Yes, yes, that means it's exactly what I need.*
So I go back tomorrow and I'm going to try to make it on Monday, (it's M-W-F) and then I'm out of town for a bit. I've got a month of this to see how it's doing and after that I'll either have to quit or pony up quite a bit of money I wasn't anticipating spending. But I think I might just get hooked.