Famous Last Words

"You'll thank me for this later."

That is what SuperCuz sputtered repeatedly between sets of push-ups, squats and other various forms of torture I described during the first week of Boot Camp.

Come to think of it, that phrase was practically her mantra during the entire program (mostly prompted by my angry glances in her general direction).

For my final post, all I can say is that Thursday night would be our graduation from Boot Camp.

I have to say "would be" because we won't be there.

Sad, but true, the heat - or more likely, the unwavering Arizona August humidity - has taken it's toll on us. We finally caved to the immense pressures of wedding planning (for her) and tailgating house guests (for me).

In fact, we have let "other stuff" interfere and distract us for so long that it now seems silly to go back out there for one final night.

But don't get me wrong: Our decline of dog tags and t-shirts does NOT mean that we are dissatisfied with the outcome of Boot Camp!

SuperCuz will LOOK AWESOME in her wedding dress - and the wedding is barely 6 weeks away! (No wonder she's a stress-case these days...Sangria, anyone?)

And I certainly FEEL AWESOME after baby-wrangling a one-year old child. (To explain, we had house guests arrive this weekend from California to tailgate the Chargers/Cardinals Pre-Season football game, and the youngest Chargers' Fan wasn't quite old enough to attend the game so she was left in my care.) It didn't take long for me to calculate a simple equation: one big baby + boot-camp-buff-arms = no sweat!

So, to our fellow Boot Campers (especially those who graduate on Thursday):
We are with you in spirit!

And to SuperCuz (after almost 12 weeks of Boot Camp):
You were totally right...


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