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More like a family…

photo8 months. That’s how long I’ve been doing Jiu Jitsu. Still loving the hell out of it. Best form of exercise I have found for my body and personality. I’m learning every single day. My mind stays engaged. And I love that aspect. But even more, I find that the longer I go, the more I appreciate the relationships I have formed.

I genuinely adore the people I train with. They have got to be the most down to earth people I have ever met. Actually, most that I have met in the Jiu Jitsu community are pretty awesome people. I learn something new just about every time I roll with any of my teammates. I love that even if I get my ass handed to me or vice versa, we can stand up and finish with a hug and a “Hey! Good roll.” because it is not about beating the other person in the end. Or to prove a point. We save that for the tournaments. It’s about learning from one another and having fun.

I also love that I can talk to just about anyone with an issue I am having and they are ready to help. There is no sense of “me” in the jiu jitsu world. Everyone seems to want to share knowledge. Not finishing that choke? “Move this way. Change this. Yep. Like that.” *Gag* Tap! Tap! It’s the jiu jitsu way.

And I can’t tell you how awesome it is to have this as a part of my life. I’m a girl living far from home. I love knowing that at the end of the day, I’m walking into not just my jiu jitsu gym, but into what feels like home with family. The only difference is the hugs we give one another look awfully similar to chokes. πŸ˜‰

So to my jiu jitsu family, thanks! You all are awesome and I so appreciate who you are and how you represent jiu jitsu to the world.

~~Til the next time

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Day 9: Not doing the list

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So today was supposed to be about 10 pet peeves, but I have to say that my heart is heavy given what happened yesterday in Boston. I sat at my desk working with Facebook open on one of my screens, watching as a running group I used to be a part of was calling off members as they crossed the finish line in Boston, liking the posts as they popped up. I said a little “YAY!” as I saw them start rolling in. And then I started to see the reports of an explosion, maybe two at the finish line. Confusion. My brain tried to understand, figure out what could have exploded, hoping that there were no people hurt. I will say in the rainbow and sunshine brain of mine, I imagined that the explosion was no where near people and it was some freak accident. And then I started to hear the reports of planted bombs and my heart broke. The news reports were constant. The numbers of dead and hurt rose quickly. Pictures popped up on the television and all over social media.

I think this hit me a little harder because this happened in my community, within my running family. Lace up your tennis shoes and go running anywhere and when you encounter another runner, you will be met with a raised hand, a nod of the head, a smile, some sort of “hey, I see you.” It’s just what you do. And you don’t have to be a runner to understand thisΒ camaraderie. It’s the same with boaters, bikers, Jeep owners, and more I am sure I am not even aware of. We may not know each other but we recognize we still have a relationship and it is one of the things that I love about being in the running community. We share the same heart.

So when I started to hear about the damage done by some evil person, my heart sank. As much as I wanted to understand what happened, I stayed away from the television and internet all together last night. Like I told my very crushed daughter this morning, there is no understanding evil. She too is part of this community. In less then 2 weeks, I will be running in the Music City Marathon and she will be volunteering at the finish line. She will be the one that will put my finisher’s medal around my neck. As we were looking towards that day, we were excited but that was still clouded by the pain we felt for those in Boston.

And so today, my mind and heart is with Boston. And when I run in two weeks, I run for not only my little Newton angel, I will also run for Boston. For an extended family whose beautiful, celebration filled day was stolen by evil.

~~Til the next time…

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Welcome back to Reality

Last Monday, I went to my 6pm boot camp class and spent the hour wishing that I didn’t have heartburn because it was making it really hard to breathe and therefore, really hard to exercise. It wasn’t until I was in my car on my way home that I noticed that I was still having difficulty breathing. Hmmm, could it be my asthma??? So I took a huff on my inhaler and instantly felt relief. Stupid me! But I do have to say that I hadn’t had issues in a while and it really did just feel like heartburn.

Tuesday morning, I show up to my regular 5am class and about 20 minutes in, I am laying on the turf after taking a couple puffs from my inhaler, trying to catch my breath. From across the room, I hear Greg asking me if I’m alright. I could only manage a thumbs up as I was concentrating on my breathing. Finally, I was able to get up and decided to finish out the class. Again, stupid me. I should have just headed to the showers and left early. For the rest of the day, I struggled to breath and wondered if I was going to have to visit the doctor for a nebulizer treatment.

Wednesday morning, I woke up still hearing the wheezing in my chest and went back to sleep. Thursday morning, same. Friday morning, I woke up feeling better and decided that I was going to go to boot camp. Really, for nothing more than because I missed it. Yes…I’m a junkie. πŸ™‚ And because I knew that I couldn’t do Saturday, since I volunteered to help my boyfriend with some landscaping. So off I went and did what I could.

Still struggled a little during the weekend but made it to my Monday pm class and decided to take the Tuesday PM class as well. Didn’t want to rush into my extreme class too early and risk starting this process all over again.

Well, about a week and a half of not going hard really hit me this morning when I went back. At certain points, I really wanted to die. As I type now, my muscles in my arms are killing me and I am walking around like a geriatric patient. It’s all quite pleasant. Really, it is. πŸ™‚ I was struggling so bad this morning that it took everything in me just to concentrate on what I was doing. My one day to whine in class was wasted because I had no energy to let out a peep. Whiny Wednesday went down with very little whining. πŸ™‚

BUT I am glad to be back. We are training for the Warrior Dash in September so I really have no time to waste. When they describe running the course as the “Craziest Frickin’ Day of Your Life”, you better prepare! So now that I am back to reality, as Greg puts it, I need to go cuz next I’m throwing the running back into the mix every other night. Wooooo!!! πŸ™‚ It’s go time!!!

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Today was supposed to be easier????

I came into boot camp this morning and was talking to my coach, Greg, and one of the things he told me was that in talking to another coach, they had decided that his class and another coach’s class needed 1 easy day a week. Woohoo!!!! I was so down for that. Fortunately for me, today was the day that he decided was going to be an easy day. Again, WOO! HOO! I was very tired from not sleeping enough the previous 2 nights so I was all about an easy day.

We ran our two laps, did our stretching and lined up to get instruction from Greg. Yeeeeeeah, today ended up not being an easy day. Greg told us all to get a barbell and add weights. Ummmmm, if my arms were any smaller, I don’t think they would qualify as arms, so the barbell is more than heavy enough for me. I walked into the free weight area and grabbed a barbell and started to walk back out onto the field. Greg stopped me.

“Tina! You need weights, too. That is only 25 lbs!”

Really, Greg?!?!?! Have you seen my arms? Just in case you forgot, I get called Olive Oyl by my classmates. Yeah, this girl!

Hot, isn’t she???

So I went and set my barbell on the line and walked back into the weight area and grabbed two 10 lbs weights, went back and clamped them onto my barbell. Now, I’ve gone from 25 lbs to 45 lbs. Oh, man! This may not end well. In the two months that I’ve been doing boot camp, it has not involved weights like this. I just kept envisioning my arms giving out and all 45 lbs come crashing down on top of my head. Oh and profuse amounts of blood. Eep!!

First set of exercises: RDL and on your way up bring the barbell to your chest (it has a name, I just don’t remember it πŸ™‚ ). Lower back down to the waist and RDL again. This was 10 times and then run.

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Second set: Squat with barbell at chest level and go straight into overhead press. The first one was fine. The other nine was difficult. Remember…Olive Oyl. 10 times and then run some more.

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Third set: Sumo deadlift (left picture) into upright row (right picture). Not as bad as the second set but my arms are really startingΒ toΒ hurt! 10 times and run again.

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Fourth set: Squats with barbell behind the neck (Left) then go into good morning (below). 10 times and then run 2 laps.

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After that, we did it twice more, some ab work and then ran for 10 minutes. Well, some ran, I couldn’t since I’m still not supposed to until this weekend. My body is HURTING right now. I don’t think Greg and I have the same definition of easy. This morning was different for sure, but easy…noooooo. Thanks, Greg, for making it look like I never really learned how to walk correctly and for just pretty much killing my body. I’m sure tomorrow will be a blast!!! πŸ˜‰

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Pain…with visual :)

So Friday I missed boot camp because I thought it was Thursday and therefore I justified my sleeping in with “I can catch the evening class”. Well, when I woke up and realized that it was not Thursday, but in fact Friday, I also remembered that there was not a Friday pm class to go to. Dang it! Later that night I got a Facebook message from my coach Greg that said that the 10am Saturday class had been canceled. Dang it! Dang it! He also said that I could catch the 6am or 7am class if I wanted. So I set my alarm for 6:15am so that I could do the 7am class the next morning. When the alarm rang, my only thought was why am I waking up this stinking early on a Saturday and rolled over and went back to bed. I mean, it wasn’t my fault that I wasn’t going to make the 10am class, right? Then there is Sunday. There are no classes on Sunday. So for three days, I did not do boot camp. I did no workout whatsoever. Even worse, I ate like crap. Uh huh!! I was not looking forward to returning to boot camp Monday morning.

Which brings me to the lovely picture at the top of this post. I decided that to explain my pain for Monday morning was just not going to be enough. I figured a visual would help cement the fun I had at 5am. We did our normal 2 laps around the field with stairs followed by stretching. Already I was winded. Oh, no! It didn’t help that it was hotter than hell in there. I can’t WAIT until the actual summer when I get to work out in what I imagine will feel like an oven. πŸ™‚ So here is the breakdown of my workout. This took about 45 minutes…straight…with no break.

Start at Tina face 1: 10 push-ups (modified for me because my arms resemble Olive Oyl’s)

Run to Tina face 2: 10 push-ups (again modified because I’m a wimp)

Run to Tina face 3: 10 push-ups

Run to Tina face 4: 10 push-ups

Not bad, right? Right! Lap 2 involved those same 10 push-ups at each corner followed by 15 in-and-outs (think mountain climber, but instead of alternating legs, you do both legs at the same time. I like them better. πŸ™‚ )

Lap 3: 10 push-ups at each corner, 15 in-and-outs, and now add 20 body squats…at each corner.

Lap 4: 10 push-ups, 15 in-and-outs, 20 body squats, 25 crunches…AT EACH CORNER!!

Oh did I mention that I had to run from each corner to the next. Yeah. I did. You’re tired aren’t you?? So was I! And dripping with sweat because if there was a sub-level of hell that was hotter than hell, I was working out there. I. CAN’T. BREEEEEEEATHE!

Aaaand….wait for it….we weren’t done. *twirl and faint*

We then had to start at Lap 4 and work our way back down the ladder to lap one. Running in between. In the sub-level of hell. I was sucking down water every time I passed my water bottle, hoping that would help cool me down. All it did was make me notice that each time I took a drink, my water seemed warmer. Whatever. Hydrate, Hydrate, Hydrate!!

Love my coach tho! I know, crazy right?? The whole time I heard “Go, go, go”. “You’re doing great!” And the one phrase that kicked my ass in gear. “Beat them.” I’m a little competitive and for the most part, I am competitive with myself. I want to beat what I did last time. Run faster. Do more squats. More push ups. Stay in plank longer. Whatever. But there is also a part of me that hates being last. So yesterday when Greg whispered “beat them”, all I could think of was “Hell YES!” The last two laps were done faster than I would have if I had kept the pace I was going just prior to that. And I beat them!! πŸ™‚

Just in case you weren’t keeping track of just how many of each thing we did, let me break it down for you.

320 Push-ups (even modified, that sucked!)

360 In-and Outs (wasn’t so bad)

320 Body Squats (thighs. burning. ow!)

200 Crunches (just ow!)

After I was done, I looked like the little blue stick figure in the picture above. Sprawled out on the turf, breathing heavy, but done. Oh and I was NOT smiling. πŸ˜‰ I was supposed to be doing ab work but my body told me no so I did what I could and laid there the rest of the time. BUT, and big, big BUT, with only having gone for 2 months, I’ve seen a huge difference. I have muscles that I never knew existed. I’m a lot stronger than I was. And by the time it’s bathing suit season, I will be more than ready. Dying, sweating, unable to breathe, slowly cooking in the crazy southern heat, I’m getting the results I want and more. LOVE D1, my coach and my results. πŸ™‚ LOVE THEM!!!!

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Ow, my abs!!!

And my biceps. And my triceps. And lats and quads and hamstrings. Yeah…pretty much every part of my body, but my abs are KILLING me! Still!

On Thursday, I decided to take the mid-day extreme class at D1 and today is the first day that I can laugh without instantly regretting it. The majority of Thursday wasn’t so bad until I laid down to take a nap. When I woke up, the pain in my muscles was a little ridiculous. Having participated in D1 for almost 2 months now, I knew that the pain I was feeling on Thursday was nothing compared to what I was going to feel the next day. And sure enough, I woke up at 4:15a to go to my normal boot camp class and I wanted to die. The warm up run hurt. The stretching really hurt and the next 45 minutes of actual exercise had me all but screaming in pain. The ab work at the end of the class had me wishing for death. The only saving grace was seeing 2 friendly faces from the Saturday and occasional weekday 6p class. But then there was the laughing and that was just not okay!

Okay, so why was this extreme class different and more painful than mine. Well one, it is lead by a different coach. Chris and Greg’s methods are completely different. Greg’s routines hurt, don’t get me wrong. That is why I am in a constant state of sore. But I think it may be that I am in no way used to how Chris leads the class. He ran one of my 5a classes to cover for Greg and WOW it hurt. I tried to explain to my friend, Kris, just two hours later what we did and I honestly think I blacked out due to pain and exhaustion because I couldn’t remember half of what we did but my body sure did! I’ve also done a couple of Saturdays where Chris and Greg co-lead the class and all I can say is that it is just crazy. CRAZY!!!! Today was one of those Saturdays. With my abs still killing me, I spent the majority of the hour suffering. I was glad I went, like always, but S-U-F-F-E-R-I-N-G!

Another reason is that since I started, there have been several conversations about me doing this class and taking down Sam. Okay, so those conversations were mostly between Sam and I. But there are also some of the D1 staff that, I believe, find great enjoyment in me being in miserable pain and the thought of me taking this particular class just put them over the edge. πŸ™‚ So with my car tags expiring in the month of March, I decided to take the day off to get that and some other errands done and to also finally take this class and take down Sam. Geeeeeeeeez!!!! Like the 5a class that Chris lead, I couldn’t tell you most of what we did but I know that my body is very, very angry at me. It has got to be the hardest class I have taken so far (Sorry, Greg, but WHOA!).

Another side is that I had been talking much s*** so I had to go hard. I couldn’t blah, blah, blah and then fall out halfway through the class. Or even worse, quit. Once I had decided on the date that I was going to take the class, I started asking Greg and eventually Chris what it was going to be like. I even asked other members that took the class. Most told me that I would be fine, which I have found is the kiss of death at D1. You’ll be fine means you’re going to die. πŸ™‚ At least Chris was honest. He told me that I would at least still be breathing. Greeeeeeat!! So I showed up and pushed myself and every time I wanted to give in, I just told myself “GO!!!!” And when I wasn’t telling myself go, I had another coach, Esther, doing the class with me and telling me go. And of course there was Greg. I don’t know if he was trying to be motivational but he most certainly was yelling “Go, Tina!!” Yeah, probably not for motivation, but it worked. πŸ™‚ I didn’t take down, Sam. Not even close. But I didn’t give up either. And like Chris said, I at least walked out breathing.

After it was over, I got a high five and was asked what I thought. I told them it was fun (yes, as painful as it was, it was a lot of fun!!) but I was not coming back. Noooooo thank you! I did it. I felt accomplished. I’m good! Like I’ve said before, I am all about consistency and I like my routine. Saturdays with Chris is already hard enough. I’ll just see him then. I think to go back to his extreme class would involve a bump on the head and amnesia about my pain that day and the days following. Sadly, as I was writing that, I knew that last statement was wrong. I’ll be back. I know it. Next day I take off will undoubtedly involve Chris’ class but as I lay here on my couch praying that I don’t have to cough or sneeze, I think once was more than enough.

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loss & blog title change (more getting personal)…

These last couple of weeks have just happened to be filled with loss on very different levels, but loss none the less. One thing about me is that I thrive on consistency. I love the harmony of my very busy life. One wrong note though and it will throw me off completely. It can be something as little as missing boot camp (like this morning) and it throws my day off.

Well, about two weeks ago, a friendship ended, a week ago I found out that I can not run in the marathon and a few days later I learned that a sweet girl from work passed away. Last night, I received more news that has me worried. Hard. Very hard. To be honest, it felt like blows to the chest. It seemed that when I got my feet back underneath me, something else came around the corner. I spent the better part of two weeks spaced out, more to keep from getting emotional. Happy, I could do but to think of any of the above mentioned incidences left me of the verge of tears, if not actually crying, so I tried to not think about it. I did find moments to grieve each thing when I was alone but unfortunately for my sweet daughter, Kyle, sometimes a song on the radio would trigger the tears to fall. Thankfully I’m blessed and she would give me a hug and an “I love you” as a reminder.

With the loss of my chance to run the marathon, I had thought about ending this little blog, but I looked at it and realized that what started out as a blog about my marathon training has turned into something else. I’ve also found that I like recording little moments on this blog. The last blog I had, I downloaded and turned into a book to keep as kind of a memory book of last year. And even though I am not going to be able to run the marathon, there are still other things that I will be doing that provide enough fodder for this blog. Boot camp alone provides enough stories to share. And then there are moments like this where I choose to open up a little. I take it as more practice on my decision in my “Getting Personal” post of not keeping everything to myself. πŸ™‚ So now you know why My 1st Marathon has turned into Pieces of Randomness.

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What’s your favorite color?

I am the proud mother of girls. At the same time, I am convinced that I should have been the proud mother of boys. Why? Because as a woman, I think I have more testosterone than the average woman. I don’t like shopping. I love football, both college (Hook’em Horns!) and professional (Who Dat!). I am a little (teeny, tiny) bit competitive. Even my Words with Friends games can get a little bit stressful. I talk way too much smack, especially since I probably can’t back up most of what I’m saying. I can hang out with the boys and talk s**t and not feel the least bit out of place. I’ve had some say that they forget I’m a girl. Don’t know if that’s good or bad. πŸ™‚ I don’t do drama and I’m more of a pick yourself up, dust yourself off and move on kinda girl. But still a girl and a mother to girls.

So yesterday, I was telling a friend of mine about an encounter with one of my daughters. She was distraught over a lost relationship with a boy that she honestly barely knew. I was puzzled but tried to be supportive. I asked her why she was so upset. Her answer??

“BECAUSE WE WERE IN LOVE!!!!!”

Tears were streaming down her face. This was a boy that she knew for less than a month. Love?!?!? Okay. Me being the type of mother that I am, I asked the following question. Remember, I think that I am being supportive. And at the same time, I am wanting to impart a life lesson. Uh huh…this is going to go well.

ME: “Well, sweetie. What was this boy’s favorite color?”

HER: “What?”

ME: “What was his favorite color?”

HER: “I don’t know” (hands thrown in the air, eyes rolling)

ME: “Well, if you didn’t know something as basic as what his favorite color was, I just don’t think it was love.”

Supportive, huh??? I went on to tell her that loving someone was a special, precious thing that developed over time as two people learned more and more about each other and it was not like someone saying they loved spicy Cheetos. Can you feel the gentleness with which I was handling the situation? Yeeeeeeeah….

Well, I was telling my friend, Kris, about this conversation as we were walking to Starbucks yesterday to which she told me that her husband didn’t have a favorite color. I looked at her puzzled and thought, the man has NO preference towards color. As a painter, this thought baffled me. She must have picked up on that because she told me to text her husband to confirm this. I shot off the text and waited. My phone buzzed to alert me that I had received a text.

“Blue”

I turned my phone towards my friend and told her that she was in trouble. Her instant and very passionate reply was “He’s lying!” She told me that the only reason he told me a color was because he felt like he should. So then I sent off another text asking if that was actually his favorite color or if he felt the need to tell me a color because I asked. He told me that his colors were blue and black, in his words “the colors of pain”. HA!! You will have to read the rest on my friends blog here. It’s funny! In a nutshell, they have been together for 23 years and for the whole time, not only did she not know what his favorite color was, she wasn’t even aware that he had one. The best part of the whole ordeal was when she had me test his knowledge of her favorite color and without hesitation he named it off….red. She was so busted!! And slightly perturbed. I on the other hand found it hysterical! She tried to blow it off as being a natural phenomenon, but every friend we passed in the halls on our way back knew the answer to that question. I also had to poke fun at her expense and remind her that the guy that I had just started dating not only got me flowers, but got me flowers in burnt orange, the color of my favorite team…cuz he was paying attention. She was not happy with that little bit of information. πŸ˜‰

Now by no means am I saying that if you don’t know what your significant other’s favorite color is, you must not be in love. What I am saying is that if you don’t know the basics of what is important to the other person, I find it hard to believe that you love them. How do you know you love them when you don’t even know them?

Last thing…I know Kris and her husband and I KNOW those two love each other. I have pictures that I took of them without them knowing and you can see it all over their faces while they were talking to one another. She may not have known his favorite color, but she knows what is important to him. What makes him happy. And that’s what matters. It was just funny to rehash her reaction to the whole thing! In a public setting. If you haven’t, read her blog posting. It’s priceless!!

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Boot Camp vs. Boot Camp Extreme

D1 has two different types of boot camp classes, regular boot camp and boot camp extreme. My fellow boot camper, Sam, does and has gone to the boot camp extreme class for quite some time, excluding a little break. When he started going back to D1, he was very sore. I remember one night receiving a text that said that he had to bend over to pick something up and almost didn’t make it back up. What I said to him was “poor thing”, but what I was actually doing was laughing hysterically. The next couple of weeks involved more texts of even greater pain, centralized in different parts of his body depending on what exercise sets he did that day. Some texts just said that he wanted to die. With every text, the response was the same, some version of “I feel bad for you”, all the while laughing to myself.

Then it was my turn. One of the running coaches on my team runs a boot camp style class and had been talking about it. I didn’t think anything of it until I started having difficulty increasing my mileage. In a conversation I had with Sam, I mentioned that I was thinking about checking out my coach’s boot camp, hoping that would push me beyond the wall that I was facing in my running. It was then that he suggested that I try out D1, where he goes to boot camp. In all honesty, I was talking more abstractly. It was more like, “I was thinking, I may, or may not, possibly, maybe check out my coach’s boot camp…someday.” So I told him that I would look D1 up and check it out.Β  The planets must have been perfectly aligned. Or maybe my first inclination was correct and he’s an undercover D1 recruiter. πŸ™‚ Either way, when I looked up boot camp information at D1, there were free Saturdays going on as part of their New Year’s Resolution initiative. I filled out the registration information, still thinking that I may not go. I mean I was already training for a marathon. Well, when Saturday came, I got up and did my long run and then decided to drive out to D1 and give this boot camp a try. It didn’t help that right before our long run that morning, one of the coaches made mention of the other boot camp. I took that as a sign to go and at least try it out. What’s the worst that could happen, right??

Oh so wrong!!! I told Sam that I was a little freaked out to go a couple days before. He told me that I would be fine. He said that I had been training for the marathon so I had a leg up. Well, alrighty then!!

I should have known that there was a possibility that he was stretching the truth. He had done that to me before. πŸ™‚ The boot camp about killed me. I could barely stand up after. While talking to the recruiter after the class, I found out that Sam not only did boot camp, he did the boot camp extreme class. I couldn’t even imagine as I was already praying for death.

Well I tried it out a couple more times and what Sam already knew was going to happen, happened. I was hooked. Despite the pain, I was loving every second of it. I joined right before Valentine’s Day and chose the only class that I could make in my current schedule, the 5am class.

I guess I wasn’t paying attention or just thought that all the normal classes were as hard as mine. I mean, I had just started. It was brutal! And then I overheard a conversation that my coach was having with a prospective member.

Greg: So, why did you choose this class to try out?

Member: What do you mean?

Greg: You do know that this is the extreme class and not the regular boot camp class.

Member: Oh! No I didn’t.

Uumm, yeah.Β  Greg??? I DIDN’T KNOW EITHER!!! So for a month, my very first month, I have been going to boot camp extreme. I now know why I’ve had such difficulty moving. Not only did I jump in with both feet, I landed in water that was neck deep. Now by no means does that mean I am going to step down and do the regular boot camp class. I’ve worked really hard and have gotten to the point where it isn’t nearly as painful. There is no way that I am going to take a step backwards. Not only am I staying in my current class, I am also going to take Sam on in his boot camp class. We’ve been talking about me going to one of his classes since I started and now I feel like I could actually do it. We are a tad bit competitive so this has less to do with doing the class together and more to do with doing it better than the other. They keep telling us that it is not a competition and to go at our own pace, but for that one day it is on! Sam, you are going down!!!!

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I’m a pain junkie???

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. πŸ™‚

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. πŸ˜‰ 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 β€œow” and β€œoh” 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. πŸ˜‰ 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. πŸ˜‰ So, who’s up for a little boot camp????

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