Boot Camp: Day I
Alarm goes off at 4:30. I move Jasmine, sit up, put my feet on the floor and say, out loud, “This is ridiculous.”
Before the sun comes up, I will have run about a mile and a half, done calesthenics, and taken the military fitness test. Prognosis: 31 military-style push-ups (no girl push-ups; how rude), 20 military-style sit-ups (very disappointed in myself on that one), and a probably very-slow mile.
Things I realized about myself: I am much more out of shape than I thought, and I really am 34.
When you wake up at 4:30, you’re pretty much ready for lunch by 10.
Yay, boot camp.
Before the sun comes up, I will have run about a mile and a half, done calesthenics, and taken the military fitness test. Prognosis: 31 military-style push-ups (no girl push-ups; how rude), 20 military-style sit-ups (very disappointed in myself on that one), and a probably very-slow mile.
Things I realized about myself: I am much more out of shape than I thought, and I really am 34.
When you wake up at 4:30, you’re pretty much ready for lunch by 10.
Yay, boot camp.
posted by pamela at 8:26 AM
5 Comments:
She did great! She brought hot friends! She didn't quit!
Showing up & not quitting & no throwing up = success.
Um, I can't believe it either. And I'm not totally sure "brave" is the right word. :) Either way, I am in so much pain!
I want to go. No, wait. No, I don't. I thought you said Boob Camp.
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"Later, a doctor will tell me that I'm mildly retarded."
Ah, yes, the ever-popular Boob Camp... I remember my days there fondly...
Oh, wait. God didn't choose me that day. And so it goes.
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