It's Wednesday. Wednesday night to be specific.That might not mean much to you but, for me, it means boot camp.
Or at least it did for the past three weeks.
My pre-holiday 3-week session is over and, to be honest, I'm a bit sad. Don't get me wrong - I'm more than happy to not be doing the following: the crab walk, burpees and mermaid crunches. What I do miss is a guaranteed good (and uninterrupted) workout that I got to do twice a week with a good friend and a good group of ladies. Watching "Jeopardy" with a cup of Splenda-spiked Rocky Road ice cream just isn't the same.
And, I tell you what, if this eight-day champion Jason doesn't lose soon, I'm going to jump through the screen and punch him in the throat.
Anyway ... I'm feeling a void where boot camp once was and an itch to fill it.
The center where I took boot camp is going to offer Body Pump in the new year, and I plan to meet L once a week for a class. I could go more often but you pay per class and I'm already feeling the pinch as I eye 2012 races.
So what's a girl to do?
Use her adorably cute son to bribe her mother-in-law.
Confused? Well, Mark and Miles have been going to the MIL's house on Wednesday for food and fun while I was at boot camp. Mark got pasta, MIL got kisses, Miles got to be held to his heart's content and I got to workout. It was truly a win-win situation for all involved.
As Mark and I discussed what's next for me, workout-wise, I realized that this little setup didn't have to end. Mark and Miles could still go to MIL's, and I could still workout during that time. I'll just do it at home, for free, with Jillian or Bob.
Next week, of course. My brilliant mind needs a rest.
How do you make exercise work?