I have signed up for boot camp, extreme boot camp that is. My friend and I went to orientation this weekend where we had to do push ups and sit ups, run a timed mile and yield to several body measurements, a public scale and a body fat test (every girl’s dream). Now I am not intimidated by the physical torture that will ensue. What terrifies me is the 5:15 a.m. wake up call tomorrow morning. To me, squats, sprints and weights pale in comparison to the threat of an obnoxious squealing alarm (reminder – click here).
Back to the orientation – and to a minor rant. A few people gave my friend and I the old, “you don’t need to be here” commentary. Ok, yes, we appear to be fit people, but that doesn’t mean that we are as strong as we want to be, or as fit as we used to be. Hasn’t anyone ever heard of skinny fat? Perhaps I did not get the memo that outlined the need to apologize for feeling decent in a pair of stretch pants. The point is, the competition and comparisons are unnecessary. Everyone embarking on something as insane as 6 a.m. boot camp is ultimately striving for the same thing and there should be some semblance of unity that comes with a shared vision. And by vision, I am not talking about cholesterol management, blood pressure control or longevity. I am referring to the female aesthetic dream, which was best captured by my friend when filling out the goal line in her paperwork.
About face, MARCH! Wish me luck… updates are sure to follow.
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