The GOOD news is that "pit pain" does not - I repeat, DOES NOT - appear to be a lasting or permanent side-effect of Boot Camp. Just a recurring one.
The BAD news, however, is that when the "pit pain" subsides, something else will hurt. Probably worse.
I know this to be true because I am writing this two days after Day 3 of Boot Camp, and as of today I am now entirely more appreciative of:
- a stairwell with handrails,
- handicap bathrooms with stabilizing bars,
- vehicles with step-runners and "Oh Shit!" handles,
- ANY chair with arms, and
- whenever available: RAMPS.
Why is this?
Because on Thursday night, the Boot Camp Guru formally introduced us to The Wall.
The Wall spans 8-inches or more in height and several feet in length. It does not: 1) have fangs, 2) attack small children or animals, or 3) scare husbands into turning off ESPN and finishing their "Honey Do" lists.
However, after my experience with The Wall on Thursday night, I now have an irrational phobia of step ladders I need to overcome AND despise all curbs and the sunken shower in our Master Bath, where as Thursday morning I wouldn't have given either of those a second thought.
I have decided to approach The Wall as my own personal "Yoda". Like the tiny, green Jedi Master, I see great things in its future. I think I can convince myself to appreciate The Wall over the next 12 weeks. Especially since The Wall has the potential to become a strong ally in my personal war on jiggly thighs...that is, assuming my hips and knees don't retreat from the battles ahead.
What I REFUSE to willingly embrace is the ab-killer known as The Alphabet.
It's endless. It's excruciating. It's 100% pure EVIL. It's almost too painful to discuss...
We must have spent 5 full minutes lying there in agony as the Boot Camp Guru called out each letter of the alphabet, S-L-O-W-L-Y, for us to trace in the air with our legs.
No rest.
No cheating.
No one allowed to move on to the next letter until everyone was ready.
It was horrifyingly horrible and afterwards, I was spent. The Alphabet drained my body and my spirit of any fight I had left in me. Thankfully, it was the end of the session.
The next night, SuperCuz and I joined the Hubby and our buddy, the SportsGeek, at the bar for a beer. They casually asked about our first week of Boot Camp, and we discussed the challenges we faced in each class and the aches and pains associated with each one.
We talked about the 40 push-ups "to start". We talked about the "burpies" and worse: "burpies" WITH a push-up! We talked about various components of the circuit training day and The Wall as though it had personality.
But when SuperCuz simply said, "The Alphabet", she and I both paused as a silent memory of misery flashed through our minds and took a drink.
2 comments:
Gotta love those handicapped bathrooms.....I almost felt like fighting for it at the DAV Bingo Hall! : )
How come you're allowed to get the "burpies?" When I get the burpies I get in trouble. Hardly seems fair.
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