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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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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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Funny stories from the D1 floor…

I know I’ve said it over and over, but I love going to boot camp! I figured since my stories are largely about how much pain I am in, I would switch gears and tell some funny stories from the turf at D1. This morning inspired me as it was another funny morning. So here are a couple of funny classes for me:

1) My coach is 23 years old. It’s not his fault but when you are leading a class of 30 & 40 somethings, it may be a little difficult. The day we found out, which was during his first week leading our class, we all were stunned. I just looked at him and then told him I was going to run to the other side of the field to throw up. πŸ™‚ After that, it just became a free for all when it came to his age. When he said a title to a movie or a song, someone would pipe up and ask how he knew about it since he was so young. There were constant comments about him being a baby and other instances like these. Well on Monday, picking on him about his age started again. I guess in the two days that I missed last week, members started to call him Bieber. On Monday, everyone used Bieber references when talking to him, myself included. I don’t remember what he said to me but my response was “Never, say, Never, Greg!” He was not amused. He punished us with exercises. BUT it was so worth it! πŸ™‚

2) On one Wednesday morning (it was legs day, that’s how I remember), we were nearing the end of our class and our coach had us do wall squats while passing a medicine ball down the line. It was torture. After doing about 45 minutes of leg workouts, my legs, and the legs of my classmates were screaming! Legs at 90 degrees, shaking, made worse when the medicine ball was thrown into my arms. Every time my coach looked away, I grabbed the ledge above me to give myself a few seconds of relief. I got busted more than once. At one point Greg screamed “Tina, down!” I felt like a puppy! πŸ™‚ Everyone was doing something different, anything to make the time pass and trying to forget the pain. And that is when I heard Greg let out a huge laugh. I looked up and saw him looking at another classmate of mine. The question that came out of his mouth sent me over the edge. “Are you saying the Lord’s Prayer?!?!?!?!” My classmate, in an effort to be transported from his pain, was reciting the Lord’s Prayer, over and over, face in a blank stare. Priceless!!

These are just two of many but I’ve been up since 4:15a after having gone to bed at midnight (dumb Words with Friends! :)), so I’m tired and my thinking is a little fuzzy. Point is, boot camp, while hard, is very enjoyable. Or at least my group makes it very enjoyable. πŸ™‚

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Two days off and torturing my friends…

Last Saturday on my run, I twisted my knee. It didn’t feel all that bad that day and I really wanted to go have fun at 80’s night, so I dressed up and went out and had fun. Sunday, I still really wasn’t feeling any pain in my knee. To be honest though, I was still very sore from my workouts at boot camp from the week before so I couldn’t really tell you if I had pain in my knee or not. All I knew was that I wasn’t feeling any pain there at the moment. Woke up on Monday and went into boot camp. Mondays are upper body so I really didn’t work that knee too much. Tuesday I didn’t wake up for boot camp but I decided to make it up by hitting the 6p class. When I got there, I found out that the class was going to do lower body instead of the cardio that my class did on Tuesdays. I should have just got back in my car and went home and showed up for my Wednesday class, but like the junkie I am, I decided to stay and do the class. Wednesday morning, I showed up to my regular class and like I already knew, we were going to do lower body. That would make 2 lower body workouts in less that 12 hours. Bad move!! When the class was over, I was beginning to limp around and my knee was KILLING me. As the day progressed, my knee got worse. I spent the day with my knee wrapped, iced when I was sitting at my desk and limping around when I wasn’t. To make matters worse, I decided to wear 4 inch heels to work that day. Uh huh. 4 INCH HEELS! By the time I got home, my knee was throbbing with pain. Needless to say, I made the decision to not go to boot camp on Thursday morning. It killed me to think of skipping, but I really didn’t have a choice. I could no longer walk like a normal person. I will say, though, that I set my alarm for my normal boot camp wake up in the hopes of feeling well enough to go. When my alarm rang, I shut it off and reset it for another hour and half. πŸ™‚

All day Thursday, I kept my knee wrapped and iced and wore flip flops to work (which is frowned upon). By the time I got home, my knee was feeling better and I was actually hoping that I could make my Friday bootcamp, especially since that has become my favorite day of the week. I set my alarm before I went to bed and also set up another alarm for an hour and half later, just in case I woke up not feeling like I could do it. I am so glad I set up that second alarm! I must have shut off that first alarm in my sleep because when I opened my eyes and looked at my phone, it was 5:44a. DANG IT!!!! I missed my class! I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for work, now in a bad mood. I was feeling better and had I woken up on time, I would have gone to boot camp. I guess my body decided to override my brain. It was for the best in the end as I really needed to rest my knee for another day.

During the day on Friday, a friend and I got into a conversation about her coming to boot camp with me. As the day went on, we had settled on getting together on Saturday for the 10a class for her to try out and for me to make up my missed classes. Yes!! It was made even better by the rescheduling of my long run due to weather. I wouldn’t have to skip the run to make boot camp. On Saturday morning, I got a text that not only was my friend coming, another one of my friends would be joining her. This was going to be awesome!! As I was waiting for the both of them to show up to D1, I was getting more and more excited. Not only were they joining me for something I considered fun, I finally felt well enough to participate in the class fully. πŸ™‚ My only reservation was that boot camp was hard….really hard! I was just hoping that they would still be friends with me after the whole ordeal was over. We started the class by running two laps that involved stairs. Just think of it as the wuss’ version of Rocky. We then stretched out and I turned to my friends and said “and now it begins”. Their response was priceless.

“We haven’t started?!?!”

I laughed and we moved on with class. They were awesome!! It was awesome having them in there as well! We talked and laughed as we went through the hour. It made the class that much more fun for me. At the end, one of my friends decided that she was going to look into joining, which of course got me really excited! It would be great to have another friend there, especially one that I would actually get to work out with. And she cracks me up! A very welcome addition to what I already consider a fun time. Turns out that I only partially put my friends through torture. “L” at least enjoyed it enough to look into a membership. It’s been a weird several days all surrounding one little injury, but I am good now and am looking forward to getting back into my normal routine. Greg, my coach at D1, says that next week we’ll be back to our normal and very hard routine. All I have to say to that is BRING IT!

6 mile long run tomorrow!! πŸ™‚

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Marathoning and Boot Camping

First off I want to ask “Where did January and February go??” I can’t believe that next Tuesday it will be March already. It feels like I was just celebrating Christmas. I guess it is true…time flies when you are having fun! Which brings me to my marathoning and boot camping. I know that is not what it is called but for whatever reason, it just sounds like more fun. πŸ™‚ Now don’t get me wrong, I am loving every second of it but today…right now, I am in PAIN! As I was riding into work this morning on the very bumpy bus, I thought about how I was not going to be able to walk around today and how all of my co-workers would laugh at me. They think I’m crazy for doing boot camp, especially while training for the 1/2 marathon. Actually, all but two of my friends think I am crazy. I told “S”, one of the two that doesn’t think I’m crazy, earlier this week that he was the only one that understood me when it came to this, but then again, he was the one that told me about the boot camp. And he also goes to boot camp as much as I do. I think secretly he’s a recruiter for D1 and is refusing to tell me. Ha!! BUT, I love it. I don’t think I have ever been involved in something that I am this excited about. So let’s see if I can explain any of it in a somewhat sane way. πŸ™‚

First off, here is my schedule for the week:

  • Monday-AM: Boot Camp-Upper BodyΒ Β Β Β  PM: Marathon miles
  • Tuesday-AM: Boot Camp-Cardio
  • Wednesday-AM: Boot Camp-Lower BodyΒ Β Β Β  PM: Marathon miles
  • Thursday-AM:Boot Camp-Cardio
  • Friday-AM: Boot Camp-Total Body (Obstacle Course!!! :))
  • Saturday: AM: Long Run (Marathon)
  • Sunday: REST

Uh huh! And somewhere in between, I work a full-time job, I am a full-time student, full-time mom and have a social life. Ah, crap….now I’m tired. πŸ™‚ I know what you’re thinking, “This girl is crazy!” But now let me explain just why I love what I am doing.

I started training for the 1/2 marathon in January. At first it was painful and I didn’t know anyone in the running group that I had joined. Now, I am just over 2 months away from the marathon and am slowly getting to know the people in my group. This last Saturday after the long run, a group of us were sitting around talking and we discovered that we are all Longhorns fans (Hook ’em!). Well, all but one of us, and I told her I’d pray for her eventual salvation. πŸ™‚ 5 new friends! It is also so nice that as I am pushing through these long runs (up to 7 miles after last Saturday), I am running with a great and supportive group. It seems that just when it is getting rough for me, around the corner comes someone from my group to give me a smile, a wave, a “You’re doing great!”, a “You’re almost there!”, and when I get to the end, there are people there, all breathing heavy from the run with a ready word of encouragement and I do the same for all of them. I have a supportive community in my running group, which makes it all the more easy to get up on Saturday and head to our location and get it done. I love it!

Now boot camp. Phew! I think this is the one that seems to get everyone. This came about because I seemed to get to a point in my marathon training where I hit a wall. I was not just struggling to get past a certain mileage, I couldn’t do it at all. My body would begin to betray me and I would have to stop. One of the running coaches in my group is a boot camp instructor and I mentioned to my fellow boot camp crazy,”S”, that I was going to look into starting boot camp to see if I could trick my body back into adding mileage. That is when he suggested that I try out the boot camp that he does at D1. Sure thing! I want to say up front that I did not go into this blindly. I remembered all our conversations when he started back after a long break. Every text about boot camp was one of pain. I knew this was not going to be easy, but I was willing to give it a try. As evidenced in my previous boot camp posts, it hurt and it hurt BAD. After my first day, I had difficulty walking for 3 days. 3DAYS!!! But I went back. I tried out the 5am class that I would do if I decided to join and LOVED it! My fellow boot campers are die hards so I push myself harder than I think I would do on my own. My coach is hysterical and trust me, it makes it easier to get through the class when you can laugh. My classmates are pretty awesome people. We have fun every morning, despite the pain. There are conversations going the whole hour. Social ones, ones about our pain, encouraging words…it’s pretty fantastic. The best part of this boot camp is that the words spoken by the staff are all encouraging. There is never a negative response to what you are doing. I hear “you can do it”, “push harder”, “just a couple more”, etc and it helps me to go a little farther than I want to. When I was injured, they modified the exercises so that I could still participate and never made me feel bad for a second. I literally roll out of bed at 4:15am every weekday (because it hurts too much to get up like a normal person :)), and get ready for boot camp with a smile on my face knowing that I am about to start my day with these people to work hard and play hard at what is right now one of my favorite places to be.

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