Exercise Torture

I'm gearing up for the torture which will begin on Monday. I've decided, after being cajoled, harrassed and shamed into it, to join the Boot camp class taught at 5:30 in the morning at Bountiful High School.

5:30 is an awful time of day for me. Is it day or is it still night? Hence the problem.
I am so not a morning person. Morning is for sleeping...not for struggling into exercise clothes and sneaking out of the house so Laila and the dog don't wake up.
Now I will be getting up twice a week to participate in exercise/torture. I know my muscles will be screaming, and I will probably be crying next week. I may not even be able to blog, my hands could be cramping.

This is what my friend, Kimi, wrote about her first day experience in an effort to get me to go...

"Actually, I got there late, but when I got there we did sideways walking squats (I just made that name up), then in push-up position little feet-runny things and then ran to the other side. Then we went to the stairs and in pairs did little up-up-down steps to the top, then ran (I totally cheated and walked) around to the other side (it's in the field house) and then some other stair things until you want to throw up but your legs hurt too badly to get you to the bathroom. Then we went to the weight side of the upper gym and threw a heavy ball over our heads and onto the floor (that one's good for anger management) and stepped over a weight bench back to front, then did some nasty ab work (my NOT favorite!) and then the dreaded PLANK and just when I was wondering what could possibly come next it was over."

Doesn't that sound enticing??

She just makes it sound so inspiring.

Now I'm just looking forward to it sooo much. If I wasn't so vain-- and had Si not mentioned that I could possibly lose 4 more pounds...I wouldn't be going...oh, and then she said, "We'll do it together. It will be fun!"

That fun word get's me in more trouble.

"Renting scooters in China will be FUN." Famous last words......

The funny part is, everyone who goes to this class of pain, keeps recruiting other people-- they don't want to be in it alone.

I'm excited and scared and dreading it and looking forward to it all at the same time. I am a walking contradiction.