Ow. Ow. Mother-figgin-ow.
I. Hate. Steps.
I also hate bending down, ambling to the copy machine and walking in general but I guess that's what I get for following an epic 10-mile run with boot camp.
I've been looking forward to boot camp ever since L sent me an email with information about the three-week session. I was sure that the class would be just the butt kicking I need to get in the game mentally and reclaim some of the strength I lost during pregnancy. Last night, we met at the gymnastics/tumbling gym for our first class.
It started off innocently enough with arm circles and front kicks. There were these knee jump things, which L likened to a dive approach, that I have neither the coordination or the ability to complete successfully. I decided to wing it. And laugh. A lot. Thank goodness L decided to laugh, too, or I would have not only looked crazy but been certifiably so.
From there it was typical, or what I assume to be typical, boot camp fare – burpees, squats, bridges with chest presses, lunges, planks, push-ups, squats. The instructor offered modifications of all of the exercises, and I stuck with those for the most part. I have to give myself room to improve, to paraphrase L :)
I was pleasantly surprised that I didn’t feel like @ss crack upon leaving, even though I struggled during certain exercises. I’m hoping that Wednesday’s session, when we’ll move to circuit stations, we’ll give me the @ss crack feeling that merits the type of soreness I’m feeling today.
And the Viva La Resistance winner is (selected via Random.Org) … Bobbi! E-mail me your address (hlthystrides at gmail dot com) so I can mail out your goodies and set up your subscription to Fitness magazine.