Well, boot camp has killed me. Ok, not quite KILLED me, but it has definitely kicked my butt. Yesterday, I was so tired that I went straight home afterwards and took a three hour nap. I literally can barely walk up the steps to our apartment, sit on the toilet, walk, bend over, or any other habitual daily activity. When I woke up this morning, I thought of every reason in the world to skip camp today. I couldn't even roll over in bed without needing to groan in pain. I made it out of bed, though, but didn't do my hair because I couldn't raise my arms up high enough. Camp was slightly better today, because I paced myself much better (instead of going all out the first half, then feeling nauseated the last half, like on Monday).
In just two days I have done countless push ups, crunches, jumping jacks, bicep curls, pull ups, lunges, sprints, and other painful activities I don't know the names of. The worst part about this, is that my lovely husband, who wanted me to do this in the first place, is out in the field. I'm sitting at home having to fend for myself. I'm seriously contemplating putting a plug in Brody's butt so he doesn't have to poop for the next few days. When he whines at the front door I cringe... To get to the grass I must go down a small flight of stairs, then walk across the parking lot. Doesn't he know??
Amanda and I were planning on watching Twilight together yesterday, but needless to say I was good for nothing after boot camp. I postponed it today, and fortunately I felt okay after camp today, and spent a couple hours at her house. We watched Twilight and ate pecan pie (don't judge me! I can have it, because I'm working my butt off in the mornings now). She introduced me to Winn Dixie's fresh baked ready-to-eat pies which are amazing. I refuse to get addicted though. I refuse, I refuse, I refuse.
I'm back at home now, and excruciatingly sore. I'll probably be on this couch the rest of the night, with small trips outside for potty breaks. Fortunately American Idol is on tonight, to pass time.
Thats all I can write for now. When I type, my forearms are unhappy. And I'm at my body's mercy at this point in time.
9 years ago
2 comments:
They're workin' you hard, girl! Keep it up, it'll be worth it!
Wondering if you are still surviving by day 5?!?
Good luck!!
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