So, this wasn’t supposed to be a blog completely about travel. You can see where my mind wanders the most! I am sitting in our local Subway ( $3 chicken sub!). My ” bootcamp” starts in an hour and driving back out to our farm is a waste of gas. ( I could call a friend, but sometimes I like to imagine I am somewhere strange and sit in a restaurant with a book or laptop.)
Since I am about to start my second week of exercise, maybe I should write about that??
I don’t work out. Well, barely ever have. Ten years ago, while in Taiwan, I did. The jaw dropping reaction I got at my welcome home party is a reaction every person wants as they walk in a room! ( I was nothing special, just a lot better than when I left.)
About 4 years ago, all of the rye + cokes, cheese whiz buns, and everything Hutterite began catching up to me. It’s true what they say about age! That year I bought a gym membership. And…. went about 4 times. In a year…..
Fast forward to last April. One of my best friends had joined this new bootcamp in town. She lost all of her baby weight, did a photo shoot, and looked amazing!! I had no baby weight to lose…and no excuse. Except that I am the most uncoordinated person ever and have never been athletic. And, I’m lazy.
When the next round of bootcamp came around I clicked “yes” with a squeal and an “OMG, What am I doing????” I went. I survived. I actually enjoyed it. In the end I could almost run 20 minutes with only sopping to walk a few times. Ya, ya, no marathons for me anytime soon, but I was very proud of my progress!
The group atmosphere is what I need. Hip Hop Abs in my living room is ok…if you actually do it. I didn’t. I need people to hold me accountable.
When that round ended, I had to pass on the summer circuit. Moving. Kids. Wedding. No running. No fitness.
Now, here we are. A small group of us decided to get together and make our own routines. We have had three workouts. AND HOLY HELL HAVE I HURT after each one! The funny ” leg day” posts on Pinterest mean so much more to me now. Seriously. Getting off the toilet? Ouch! Dropping something? It can stay on the ground.
I laugh at the pain and how pathetic I am, but when I hear others say the same thing, I realize I am not alone. I need this group to be in pain with me. If I was home, I would quit.
Bring on arm day!
Cruisin Christine 