
Yes, you read the title right. Today was the first day of this fitness boot camp that my loving friend Tara thought would be fun for us to do together. And by fun, I mean torture. Haha. Well, I was hanging out at Tara's house and here is the gist of our conversation....
Tara- Hey Lindsay, do you want to go work out with me in the morning?
Me- Sure, why not, I have been wanting to work out anyways.
Tara - ok, well it is 5:30 AM, and it's for like an hour and it is just a bunch of ladies and it's really great.
Me- Well I will be at your house at 5:10.
The End.
So, I was pretty optimistic because of several reasons. One is that (sorry Tara) she is like 30, and I am well 21, so I am thinking to myself .....How intense could it really be for a bunch of 30 year old moms? .....Two, I have been wanting a work out partner since my previous work out buddy graduated (what was she thinking?) and then moved to Denver to go to grad school. And three, this was kind of my week that I was going to get motivated, start working out, have my quiet time, and get stuff done. So I can't really say anymore that I don't have a work out buddy, because I do.
This morning getting up was not that difficult because I pretty excited about it and not thinking that it was going to be the hardest workout I have had since my freshman year of high school. We did running, push ups, crab crawls, push ups, v sits, crunches, push ups, running with weights over our heads, push ups, up downs, and push ups. Oh and did I mention push ups and crab crawls? Yea, I haven't done a crab crawl since like elementary school when it was like a relay race and it was "fun" to walk like a crab. Yea, not so fun anymore, I heard my muscles literally screaming at me for making them come out of retirement. They had been on vacation for YEARS! and all of a sudden I got this wild hair that it would be fun to go to a work out that was called boot camp....and let me just be real honest, I was shown up by a bunch of 30 something moms. Yes, that was a huge piece of humble pie at 6 AM this morning. A little early for pie in my opinion, but God has a great and wonderful sense of humor and thought that was what I needed this morning for breakfast. I am starting to believe that it is the breakfast of champions however.
Afterwards, Tara was telling me that I can't hate hate her, and I quickly corrected her that I would hate her tomorrow, and that I would hate hate her on Wednesday because the third day is always the worst. But I also let her know that I would get over it at some point but not to expect me to be very talkative in the morning when I showed up. Yes that is correct, even after all that torture I am going back tomorrow because I would rather suffer for only a few days and work the soreness out(because let's be honest, soreness will occur and be excruciating) rather than be sore forever because I just lay in bed because I can't move.
This is a new beginning for me, and I will let you know tomorrow how it is starting out. However, tomorrows post may be a whole lot shorter just due to the fact that it will hurt so bad to type.
Until next time....