Boot Camp Soap Box

So let’s talk boot camp here for a minute. Now mind you, I signed myself up for this class at the gym of my own free will and choice. It sounded great on paper. A great workout for an hour every day; Results in 12 weeks. Then you GO to the class and you wonder how you are supposed to survive it for 12 weeks. Now granted, I’m probably one of the more woosey (correct spelling of woosey??) ones in the class. I try to cut myself some slack because I just had a baby. (Definition of “just”: 8 months ago. I’m milkin it for as long as I can thank you). Essentially you go for an hour, 5days a week and it’s (in the words of trainer Jillian) beatings, beatings, and more beatings.

Well, those beatings came to a head for me today, because an expletive came out of my mouth out of nowhere! I was so surprised by it because usually if I’m mad enough to cuss, I have the forethought to at least do it in my head! In addition, I was raised by a dad who's "swear words" consisted of "ga-dong it!" and "oh puppyspit!" We had just done a weight circuit and for the 2nd time we were going up and down 2 flights of stairs, 3 times, but this time the trainer says skip a stair on the way up. Skip a stair?? My legs were already rubber from the incline work we did on the treadmill the day before. Did you know a treadmill can go up to an incline of 12?? Yeah, me either. Till yesterday. So, I can only suppose this is what must have happened: My ears heard skip a step on the way back up, my ears told my brain, my brain told my legs and my legs told my mouth, “Aww @#$*!”

As much as I complain, (and I do, and probably will continue to) there is a sense of accomplishment to the end of every hour. It always amazes me what are bodies are capable of. Especially since during the workout there is a small part of my brain that tells me over and over, I may die. It never ceases to amaze that part of my brain at the end,that I did in fact live! Even now more so in my 30’s, (yes, I’m saying that now even though I’m barely in them) I have more of an appreciation of how my body serves me; especially when I’m pregnant and having babies. As horrified as I can be at it after, I honor my body for what it did to protect and nurture my babies to get them here safe and sound. It’s not my body’s fault I craved Chicken Express, and now I’m paying the piper in boot camp! My trainer says, “You will not change to till you push yourself a little past your limit.” I suppose that is true in most things we do.

Well, it feels good to rant a bit, get it off my chest so that I can go back tomorrow with a more positive attitude about the upcoming beatings, and hopefully, for my fellow boot campers sake, fewer obscenities...no promises.