Last week was a such a crazy week! I’m convinced that there was a week long full moon. Monday morning I went to boot camp like normal, but unfortunately I had only gotten about 4 hours of sleep that night. When my alarm rang at 4:15a, I seriously considered changing it for 2 hours later and skipping boot camp, but I always feel guilty when I do and I actually don’t feel well, so I dragged myself out of bed and went to boot camp. Instead of sitting on the floor and stretching like I normally do, I just sat on the floor, waiting for the class to start. I struggled through the class but as it progressed I started to wake up. Thank God for endorphins!! The day was a just a blur of crazy. At about 6p, I had had enough. I called my friend, Kris, and blah, blah, blah’d at supersonic speed to which she replied, “Come have a drink”. Umm, OKAY! I drove out to her house and we gathered up her husband and went to my favorite bar and talked and laughed the stress of the day away.
Tuesday morning came bright and early and when my alarm rang at 4:15a, I reset it for 6a and went back to sleep. I didn’t feel guilty that day since I already knew that I would be hitting the Saturday boot camp class with my friend, Lauren, and was going to skip a weekday class anyways. The rest of the week progressed at breakneck speed and before I knew it, Friday had come. Lauren came by my desk during the day and we made plans about the next morning’s class and grabbing lunch afterward. She then asked me if a friend of ours, Kris, would be joining us. I told her no. A slow, devious smile crossed her face and she walked around the corner to Kris’ desk. When she came back to my desk to gather her stuff, she told me that she had asked Kris to join us. Now, I have teased Kris here and there about joining me for a boot camp class, if for nothing else, to understand why there are days that I come in limping and cringing. She had, up to that point, very gracefully told me “Uh, no!” What started out as a serious request, had slowly turned into jokes just to see her reaction as time had passed. Insert Lauren. She was one of my friends that had joined me at boot camp the week before. She was also one of the friends that told me that it hurt to breathe when I saw her on the Tuesday after.That night, I posted on Facebook that a couple of my friends were joining me at boot camp the next morning and linked them all. The comments that followed were priceless! Finally, Lauren broke Kris down with the best guilt trip I had read in ages and Kris relented. It probably didn’t help that her husband joined in egging her on. 🙂
Saturday morning, I woke up and did my long run (6 miles!!) and started texting Kris to talk about where we were going to meet and I also sent her one text that included an out. I told her that if she really didn’t want to go to boot camp, she didn’t have to and I wouldn’t give her any grief for skipping. She replied back that she would be there and would meet me at D1. Alrighty. Game on!!!
I met Lauren and Kris at D1 and we gathered on the field, waiting for class to start. Kris said something about possibly looking foolish to which one of my weekday classmates replied that we were all about to be in so much pain that the only thing anyone would be focused on would be themselves as they either “prayed or cursed”. I couldn’t have said it any better. Class started and the hour passed us by. For me and my other weekday classmates, the class was an easy one (I found out this week that I am not in boot camp, but in boot camp extreme! Blog about this to follow. :)). For my two friends, they were in different levels of agony. When we were finished, there was a little soreness but all seemed fine as we headed off to lunch. As the day progressed, my mind kept going to Kris and I was worried about her level of pain but I resisted the urge to call her.
On Sunday, I called her about mid-day to check on her. She was very, very sore. The bad thing is that day one hurts, but day two kills! The pain she was feeling on Sunday was nothing compared to what she was going to feel on Monday. She is a fellow blogger and decided to blog about her first experience with boot camp and the fall out. You can check it out here.When I came into work this morning, she told me that she had written this so I opened it to get her perspective.
It was very funny. And sweet. Well until you get to the part where she calls me a pain junkie. 😉 Here’s the first paragraph…
“So I have this fabulous friend that is not only awesome, she looks awesome! What’s her secret? Oh I’m sure she has many, but one of them is that she is training for a marathon and attends exercise boot camp five days a week. Not that I think she needs it. When she started going to boot camp, I had the joys of watching her struggle just to move while “ow” and “oh” became a part of every tiny move she made. It was especially comical when she came to my house (which has lots of stairs) and she had to go up and down the stairs. She has been attending boot camp for about one month now, and has finally gotten used to it to where she is able to get through most weeks with little pain. But, I still think she is a pain junkie.”
The funniest part, though, is watching her very slowly hobble her way around the office. She experienced me when I had started boot camp and my difficulty in getting around and now completely understands. Her laughter at me has now been replaced with my laughter at her. I feel bad for her, but like I told my fellow boot camper, “S”, it is so funny when it is happening to someone other than me. 😉 I’m glad she came out with Lauren and I. We had a lot of fun on Saturday. And despite her pain, we are still friends, which is a good thing since I really like her. I guess if you had to ask her, the lesson would be 1) I’m a pain junkie and 2) being my friend hurts. But her very, very smart husband says that “I’m a good influence” and I’m choosing to believe him over her. 😉 So, who’s up for a little boot camp????