Boot Camp Bust

It’s only 10:15 am and already this day is just meh. As I was backing out of the garage, my daughter realized her school ID was still hanging on the hook where she hangs her backpack, so I had to run in and get it. We were already 3 minutes late as it was. How many times have I asked her to keep it in her backpack. Another day to haul ass down the highway. It’s just a matter of time before I get a speeding ticket. I can’t believe I’ve actually made it through 2 years of driving this distance to school without one. Knock on wood.

Anyhow, today is boot camp day. I get to the gym 45 minutes before the class starts, so I decide to kill time and walk a few laps around the track to warm up. I’ve never done this before in all the years I’ve been a member. This would be a great place to walk in the winter. Morning must be “old guy on treadmill” time. There was at least 10 older gentlemen on treadmills. I was majorly impressed with a few of them who were full speed ahead running. One guy who was easily mid-60’s was killing it! Wow! Nope, not me. I hate treadmills. Then I saw a handful of ladies on bikes reading books or magazines. I also hate bikes. I feel like I would fall off if I were trying to read. I have motion issues. I can’t even read in a car. Trying to read on one of those stair steppers would really make me nauseous. I saw one lady doing that too, but by my next lap, she had stopped reading. So, I walked for 20 minutes, then went downstairs to stretch and psych myself up for the class.

Headed to boot camp and was immediately terrified when I saw the trainer running it. Teresa. She is one tough lady. I’ve seen her training others when I have been working out. She strikes terror in my very soul and never in a million years would I pay to train with her. It was just one other woman and myself in the class. One other woman about 15 years younger and much more fit than myself. Great. Teresa was writing the exercises we were to perform on a chalk board. She was writing and writing and writing. She had a very looooonnng list of exercises. I see battle ropes (hate them), stairs, mountain climbers, and those things where you throw a medicine ball at the wall. UGH!!! We have to do 2 exercises for 2 minutes each right in a row, then switch stations and keep going with no breather. OMG! Needless to say, after 3 rounds I am ready to throw up. Literally. I had to sit down and take a few breaths and drink some water. Boot camp was a bust for me and I threw in the towel after 20 minutes. After 3 months of going to the zoo, the pool, the beach, etc. I am not quite ready for boot camp. Wait a minute, I will never be ready for boot camp. I think I will stick with my trainer who goes at my own pace and knows what exercises I can do for my fitness level. She knows that I have bad shoulders and a bad neck. It’s not Teresa’s fault, I don’t blame her. I blame myself. I should have known better. I had no idea it would be so fast paced. Had it been a bit slower paced, I could have done most of the work. I’ll remember the exercises she taught us and do them on my own at my own pace. I give a ton of credit to the other girl. I hope she made it. At least I tried, that’s what counts.