THAT'S RIGHT. CLAP NOW.

BECAUSE TOMORROW YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO LIFT YOUR ARMS.


SuperCuz and I began our 3rd month of Boot Camp last night. Can you believe that?

She and I have survived 25 days of Boot Camp!

Not only THAT, but we have lived to tell about it!

And, let me tell you this... Last night was pure Hell. It was Buns-Of-Steel meets The Wall-times-two in a B-A-D way.

Sadly, it was also the newest Boot Campers' introduction to Fitness Boot Camp.

Yup. You heard me.

These poor souls didn't even get to "ease" into the whole physical challenge element of it all. The newest Boot Campers jumped right in to scorching hot AZ summer-evening temperatures with a sticky dash of August humidity mixed with muscle fatigue, dehydration, and a fear of the unknown.

And let me tell you, Ladies... after two months of Fitness Boot Camp, SuperCuz and I "know" and we're still afraid.

So, after the "No Butts About It" workout Monday night, I'm honestly not sure how many of the new Boot Campers will come back...

Although, I certainly hope we have more people finish THIS class than the LAST one!

There was a break of one week between the 2nd and 3rd session. Just seven little, insignificant days off.

And now, one killer butt-workout routine later, I've been tapping the Motrin bottle today for a week's worth of milligrams in one day's time.

My backside is still the Jell-o-like substance it was last night. Only now it hurts more when it jiggles.

Or when I change position from "sit" to "stand".

And walking in heels wasn't pleasant today either.

At the end of the lower body work out last night, the Boot Camp Guru informed us to "be prepared for Tuesday". She said she had something exceptionally "fun" in mind for our arms.

So, that's why I'm blogging now...

Because I learned today that after one week's vacation from the "let's start with 40 push-ups" crap, my upper body is in for a world-of-hurt tonight.

My experienced guess is that I won't be able to lift my arms to the keyboard by 9PM.