Yes, it's true- it says so on my official boot camp dog tag that I received this morning upon completion of the month- "Adventure Boot Camp Survivor". So, I made it. It's been plenty rough. Getting up that early has literally been hell. And while I got a little more used to getting up early, I never quite got the hang of going to bed early. About the best I could do was falling asleep at around 10pm, which just meant I was getting less sleep. I missed a few days along the way. The bronchitis set me back a bit and there was one day where I slept straight through my alarm and two days that I had to go in to work early. However, despite the set-backs and misses, when we had our final fitness test today to assess our progress the results were awesome! My mile time dropped from 9 min. 7 sec. to 8 min. 39 sec. - pretty impressive considering the fact that I've been trying to run faster for years and just couldn't quite get over the hurdle of moving from jogging to running- this morning felt really good for once. My push-ups went from 25 (all done on my knees in modified position) to 44 (with the first 12 done on my toes and the next 32 done on my knees). I think that impressed me the most- my upper body strength was not so great coming in to this month. My mom actually noticed last weekend that it looked like a had more definition in my shoulders, so it seems that things are starting to look better, too. Then we had to do sit-ups. The instructor tells you to as many as you can, no time limit, but that once you hit 100, you can stop. My initial sit-up reps was 100 (as I commented to a friend- I have great abs and if I could only lose a little of the fat on top of them you could see how strong they are). But, for good measure, this morning I did 120. Probably could have done a few more, but I wanted to save some core strength for the final test. The plank hold. My initial time was 1 min. 3 sec. which I wasn't that happy with, so I really wanted to double that this time. I fought a valient fight against gravity and fell just short of my goal- I wound up holding it for 1 min. 56 sec. Not too shabby, but those few seconds just irk me. At least it's something I can work on as I move forward.
No, I'm not going to keep doing boot camp. While I enjoyed it, it's far too expensive for me to do every month. But, I definitely learned a lot of really good exercises that I can use in the future. I definitely know way more moves to strengthen my shoulders, biceps and triceps. We also learned lots of core exercises. While we did a lot of leg work, most of it revolved around various forms of lunges and having some sort of resistance while running- be it on the beach, up a hill, or on stairs. There were some moves that I will probably never do again, and a few things that we did with the hand weights that I think will be better at home using either my medicine ball or my kettlebell.
So, now the goal is to keep this up. I have to keep running as I'm just over a month away from the Lakefront Marathon. I pretty much just want to finish, but I would love it if I could finish in under 6 hours (which is what I ran my last full marathon in). Plus, I want to keep up with the weight training. Ideally, I could sleep in for an additional hour (meaning getting up at 5:30 versus 4:30am) and then have an hour to either do resistance training at home, or go for a short run each morning. I'm going to spend the next month focusing on running and resistance. Once the marathon is done, I'll go back to the cycling, and I would like to get back to some swimming as well. So, that's the plan. We'll see how well I do. Keep your fingers crossed!
Friday, August 29, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Been awhile...
I was doing really good with the updates... and then I got sick. I'm pretty sure I know exactly how I got sick, too. I have a friend that is a priest and for the last two years (as long as I've known him) he has tried to convince me to take the communion cup at mass. Now, being a scientist, I have a huge issue with sharing a cup with that many other people. Especially when I see people walk up there every single week coughing away and then moving straight into that cup line. I've heard all the reasons, that wine is used, so the alcohol kills any germs- ha. We're not drinking 151, its a little table wine- not gonna kill much of anything. The fact that they are supposed to wipe were you drank from and then turn the cup for the next person. Again- ha- so I'm going to get the germs from someone about six people in front of me instead of the one directly in front of me. The hearty bugs can live for quite awhile- there's a reason that surgical equipment is sterilized under extreme heat and pressure to kill everything- it's because some of that stuff takes that much to kill it. And of course, the best one is that since after consecration, it is Jesus' blood, it won't get you sick because God wouldn't let you get sick from that. Now, I'm a pretty religious person and I believe that God will help me out and protect me and whatnot, but given all the wars, and famine and natural disasters going on these days, I find it pretty hard to believe that God is going to make sure I don't get Strep from the communion cup.
Unfortunately, I put my better judgement aside on the 9th while I was in Green Bay attending the wedding of my college friend, fondly known as *ucker. (Ah, the days when you could just yell that out across campus and no one even blinked. Now, everyone has kids and such and you have to be very careful who you use that nickname around.) Anyway, the wedding ceremony was very nice. The bride's mother is the personal secretary to the Bishop of the Green Bay diocese. So, he and the other Green Bay bishop, presided over the service. I somehow felt obligated in the midst of all of that to take the cup. Not a good call. As two days later, I started coughing all. the. time. After a miserable few days, while still going to bootcamp of course, I finally went in to see the doctor. Bronchitis. So, now I've been on antibiotics for just over a week. I'm feeling much better, although I am still coughing a decent amount. I'm hoping that goes away pretty soon here. A couple more days of the drugs to go.
The only plus on the whole sickness thing is that it gave me an excuse to do nothing but veg on the couch and watch Olympic coverage pretty much every night and all weekend long. Gotta look at the bright side:) So, hopefully I'll have more fun stuff to post soon. Bootcamp is done on the 29th, so one week left to go. It still hurts, but not quite as bad as the first week. I guess that means it's working. Either that, or my pain threshold has gone through the roof these days.
Unfortunately, I put my better judgement aside on the 9th while I was in Green Bay attending the wedding of my college friend, fondly known as *ucker. (Ah, the days when you could just yell that out across campus and no one even blinked. Now, everyone has kids and such and you have to be very careful who you use that nickname around.) Anyway, the wedding ceremony was very nice. The bride's mother is the personal secretary to the Bishop of the Green Bay diocese. So, he and the other Green Bay bishop, presided over the service. I somehow felt obligated in the midst of all of that to take the cup. Not a good call. As two days later, I started coughing all. the. time. After a miserable few days, while still going to bootcamp of course, I finally went in to see the doctor. Bronchitis. So, now I've been on antibiotics for just over a week. I'm feeling much better, although I am still coughing a decent amount. I'm hoping that goes away pretty soon here. A couple more days of the drugs to go.
The only plus on the whole sickness thing is that it gave me an excuse to do nothing but veg on the couch and watch Olympic coverage pretty much every night and all weekend long. Gotta look at the bright side:) So, hopefully I'll have more fun stuff to post soon. Bootcamp is done on the 29th, so one week left to go. It still hurts, but not quite as bad as the first week. I guess that means it's working. Either that, or my pain threshold has gone through the roof these days.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Observation...
So, as you can tell from previous posts, I enjoy cycling. I really only started about 5 years ago and am pretty pleased with how well I do these days given the short amount of time I have been doing this and the amount of time I have to train. Anyway, I have tried to not only learn how to ride, but to ride safely and using proper bike etiquette. It amazes me these days at how many people ignore one or both of those factors.
The first one is annoying, but not horrible. Bike etiquette. Just like most other sports and activities, there are a few things that are common curtesy for a cyclist to do on the road. The first is that when you are riding on a busy road, you should stay single file. It's both a safety and a curtesy factor as cars can pass you as well as faster cyclists. When cycling with a group and a car is coming from behind or in front, you should notify the riders around you by yelling, "car, front!" or "car, back!". That way if someone is talking or not really paying attention, they are aware of the approaching vehicle. The last basic rule of etiquette is to notify a rider when you are going to pass them. A simple, "on your left" suffices to just give them a "heads-up" so they don't move over as you pass next to them. Along the same line, "passing on the right" is not acceptable in most cases.
You would be amazed at the amount of times on these bike tours and other charity rides that I do, that people completely ignore these "rules". Frequently, too, it is the better cyclists that are zooming past people quickly who completely ignore the "on the left". I understand that it probably gets annoying to continually tell people that, but it's for everyone's safety, so suck it up.
The other set of rules are obviously more important. The ones that are essential for your safety. A cyclist is expected to follow the same rules of the road that a car does. You must stop at stop signs and lighted intersections and signal when you are turning. And of course, you must wear a helmet. Now that a lot of people are trying to bike to work to save gas money, I am seeing more examples of poor safety on the bike. Many times, it is cyclists who refuse to stop and wait out a red light. And of course, I so often see people without a helmet. Helmets are so important. We had a team member on the MS 150 fall this year when his front tire got caught in a rut in the road. He had some bad road rash and hit his head hard enough to crack his helmet, but thanks to the helmet, he was able to get back on his bike and finish the weekend. Often, I will see people riding without a helmet. Sometimes even attempting to carry something in one hand or the other as well. But the one that takes the cake occurred yesterday and is what prompted this post. On my way home from work, I was stopped at a red light and a bike was crossing the intersection. The man was not only riding with a grocery bag hanging off of one of his handlebars, but hanging on his other handlebar... was his helmet. Sorry buddy, but it does you no good if it's not on. (and we're not talking a young kid who promised mom to wear his helmet and has now removed it once he is out of mom's sight- this was an adult man) I've been wracking my brain to try and figure out what would prompt someone to carry their helmet and not put it on. I have no idea. He had short hair, so helmet-hair is not an option. And he was crossing a major intersection, so it's not like he thought he wouldn't be at risk of getting hit by a car. Who knows- some people are just stupid. But those people make the rest of the cyclists look bad, too.
The first one is annoying, but not horrible. Bike etiquette. Just like most other sports and activities, there are a few things that are common curtesy for a cyclist to do on the road. The first is that when you are riding on a busy road, you should stay single file. It's both a safety and a curtesy factor as cars can pass you as well as faster cyclists. When cycling with a group and a car is coming from behind or in front, you should notify the riders around you by yelling, "car, front!" or "car, back!". That way if someone is talking or not really paying attention, they are aware of the approaching vehicle. The last basic rule of etiquette is to notify a rider when you are going to pass them. A simple, "on your left" suffices to just give them a "heads-up" so they don't move over as you pass next to them. Along the same line, "passing on the right" is not acceptable in most cases.
You would be amazed at the amount of times on these bike tours and other charity rides that I do, that people completely ignore these "rules". Frequently, too, it is the better cyclists that are zooming past people quickly who completely ignore the "on the left". I understand that it probably gets annoying to continually tell people that, but it's for everyone's safety, so suck it up.
The other set of rules are obviously more important. The ones that are essential for your safety. A cyclist is expected to follow the same rules of the road that a car does. You must stop at stop signs and lighted intersections and signal when you are turning. And of course, you must wear a helmet. Now that a lot of people are trying to bike to work to save gas money, I am seeing more examples of poor safety on the bike. Many times, it is cyclists who refuse to stop and wait out a red light. And of course, I so often see people without a helmet. Helmets are so important. We had a team member on the MS 150 fall this year when his front tire got caught in a rut in the road. He had some bad road rash and hit his head hard enough to crack his helmet, but thanks to the helmet, he was able to get back on his bike and finish the weekend. Often, I will see people riding without a helmet. Sometimes even attempting to carry something in one hand or the other as well. But the one that takes the cake occurred yesterday and is what prompted this post. On my way home from work, I was stopped at a red light and a bike was crossing the intersection. The man was not only riding with a grocery bag hanging off of one of his handlebars, but hanging on his other handlebar... was his helmet. Sorry buddy, but it does you no good if it's not on. (and we're not talking a young kid who promised mom to wear his helmet and has now removed it once he is out of mom's sight- this was an adult man) I've been wracking my brain to try and figure out what would prompt someone to carry their helmet and not put it on. I have no idea. He had short hair, so helmet-hair is not an option. And he was crossing a major intersection, so it's not like he thought he wouldn't be at risk of getting hit by a car. Who knows- some people are just stupid. But those people make the rest of the cyclists look bad, too.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Ibuprofen is my friend.
I'm having trouble moving the last two days.
The morning after the big storm that ended bootcamp early, our instructor ran us through what would have been the previous day's workout. She calls it base building. I call it pure hell.
All of the paperwork for the class states that you must come with a workout mat and a set of hand weights that are at least 5lbs each. I had a set of 5lb'ers, so I brought those on monday. My friend, who took this in July as well, quickly pointed out to me that while in writing it says 5lbs are acceptable, she really doesn't like people using the 5lb weights. She suggested I get a set of 8lb hand weights. As I had to work on monday and was busy that evening as well, I called my mom when I got to work and asked if she had time to run to Dunham's and grab me a set of 8lb weights.
So, tuesday morning, armed with my 8lb weights- which are really heavy- I arrived at bootcamp. We did some warm-up stuff and stretching and then moved into shoulder and arm work. Oh. My. God. The shoulder stuff was tough, and then the biceps work, and by the time we hit the triceps stuff, I was hurting. After all this, she decides that we should learn the proper position for push-ups. I got down on the ground and my arms were so sore already, that they were shaking while I attempted a few push-ups. The core work we did wasn't as bad, but my arms are still sore today.
This explains why I cringed this morning when she told us to pick up our weights about half-way through the workout. I am hurting- my coworkers noticed that I was moving a little slowly today. I got home and sat down on the couch and it took awhile to convince myself to get up and shower.
Well, I'm almost done with one week. Once I get myself out of bed, the whole early morning thing hasn't been too bad. Of course I go to sleep at about 9:30 every night. But, I really can't wait until this base building stuff is done. And until that happens, ibuprofen is my friend (600mg every 4 hours on the dot).
Update:
There is a new committee at my work called the Wellness Committee. Today they held a Health Fair for all employees. Lots of pamphlets and info from the health insurance company and stuff about dealing with stress, plus healthy snacks. But, they also had 10 minute chair massages that you could win. And I won one! It was heaven. (well, actually it kind of hurt in some areas where he used a lot of pressure, but afterward it felt great) And I can now move my arms like a normal person again! Yeah for free massages!
The morning after the big storm that ended bootcamp early, our instructor ran us through what would have been the previous day's workout. She calls it base building. I call it pure hell.
All of the paperwork for the class states that you must come with a workout mat and a set of hand weights that are at least 5lbs each. I had a set of 5lb'ers, so I brought those on monday. My friend, who took this in July as well, quickly pointed out to me that while in writing it says 5lbs are acceptable, she really doesn't like people using the 5lb weights. She suggested I get a set of 8lb hand weights. As I had to work on monday and was busy that evening as well, I called my mom when I got to work and asked if she had time to run to Dunham's and grab me a set of 8lb weights.
So, tuesday morning, armed with my 8lb weights- which are really heavy- I arrived at bootcamp. We did some warm-up stuff and stretching and then moved into shoulder and arm work. Oh. My. God. The shoulder stuff was tough, and then the biceps work, and by the time we hit the triceps stuff, I was hurting. After all this, she decides that we should learn the proper position for push-ups. I got down on the ground and my arms were so sore already, that they were shaking while I attempted a few push-ups. The core work we did wasn't as bad, but my arms are still sore today.
This explains why I cringed this morning when she told us to pick up our weights about half-way through the workout. I am hurting- my coworkers noticed that I was moving a little slowly today. I got home and sat down on the couch and it took awhile to convince myself to get up and shower.
Well, I'm almost done with one week. Once I get myself out of bed, the whole early morning thing hasn't been too bad. Of course I go to sleep at about 9:30 every night. But, I really can't wait until this base building stuff is done. And until that happens, ibuprofen is my friend (600mg every 4 hours on the dot).
Update:
There is a new committee at my work called the Wellness Committee. Today they held a Health Fair for all employees. Lots of pamphlets and info from the health insurance company and stuff about dealing with stress, plus healthy snacks. But, they also had 10 minute chair massages that you could win. And I won one! It was heaven. (well, actually it kind of hurt in some areas where he used a lot of pressure, but afterward it felt great) And I can now move my arms like a normal person again! Yeah for free massages!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Workcamp to Bootcamp...
It's been a crazy few weeks. Absolutely crazy. But completely incredible, too.
On July 19, myself and three other chaperones (yes, people actually entrusted their teenagers in my care) left with 18 youth aged 14-20 to head to Wheaton, MN for a week of mission work. Where is Wheaton? Well, it's pretty much as far as you can go in MN and not be in the two Dakotas. Kind of where all three come together. Anyway, the drive there wasn't too bad. We rented luxury mini-vans which included a DVD player, Satellite radio and an MP3 player plug-in. Everyone was entertained- well, mostly everyone. One member of my van pretty much pouted whenever his ipod was not the selected ipod for listening. Things became better when they decided to pop in a movie. Great. Except that for safety reasons, the view screen is not anywhere that the driver can see it. However, I can hear the movie through the car's speakers. Great if you are in the van that opted to watch Aladdin, which the driver had seen multiple times and therefore had no problem following the action. Not so great if you are in my van- where they chose "She's the Man". It stars Amanda Bynes and is a modern-day, teenage take on Shakespear's Twelfth Night. I have never seen this movie. Multiple times, there was laughter at which point, I had to ask for a clarification as to what happened. Oh well. Such is the life of a chaperone.
Anyway, we got to our destination just fine and on Sunday got all checked in. Everyone had time for showers before the afternoons programs began. The first day went very well- met my crew (which is made up of kids from other groups in an effort to force everyone to meet new people) that I would be working with all week at our designated work site. They were great kids and all got along very well. Monday rolled around and we headed to Dumont, MN where Bernadine, our resident lived. We were to scrape, prime and paint her 2-story house. The sheet we got listed the house as requiring "light" scraping. When we finally located the house (in the town of 122 people with absolutely no street signs) there was nothing "light" about the scraping required. The task seemed overwhelming from the start. Not to mention that with a 2-story house, there was a lot of areas that had to be done while standing on the roof or on a tall ladder and Skipper is afraid of heights. Ugh. Again, as the chaperone, I had to suck it up and to quote Nike, "Just do it". Well, by the end of the week, we made it. We finished the house for Bernadine who was just like most grandmas- offering desserts and treats every time we turned around. We had a little extra help from another crew for a day and a half, but by 2:40pm on friday, we had finished the whole thing. I had heat rash on a good portion of my body and bruises all down my legs from leaning on ladders, but it was done. Of course, then we went back to the Wheaton High School where we were staying to be greated as we were every day by a freezing cold shower. Apparently, the high school has something like a 150-gallon water heater. There were 384 people staying there for work camp, so if you didn't get one of the first 20 or so showers of the day- you pretty much felt like you were polar bearing every afternoon. There are tons of other stories from that week- but telling them would make this post ginormous, and many of them are probably only funny to those of us that were there:) But, the week was an amazing experience and I feel like I grew just as much as the kids did during our time there.
Anyway, I made it home. Had a week off and then had the MS150 bike tour. This was my 5th year riding the tour. You leave from Waukesha on Saturday and bike approximately 75 miles and wind up at Whitewater. Then we stay overnight in the dorms and get up on Sunday to bike another approximately 75 miles to Madison. Now, with all the travel lately, the training on the bike has been lacking. I knew my legs could make it, I wasn't so sure about my butt. Saturday was great- awesome route, relatively flat, great weather, everyone in good spirits. Sunday, not so much. Very, very, very hilly. And people just wanted to be done. But, as a team, we finished. Along with my friend, Wendy, who rides on the back of a tandem bike as she has for 6 years now. Her MS has gotten worse every year, but she keeps going with rarely a complaint. One funny story from Sunday, though. They decided to have us ride around the capital building this year. Traffic-wise and everything, just not a great idea. But, as we are riding up towards the capital, we passed some sort of alternative club or bar. Really wasn't paying too much attention until I saw the people standing outside, cheering for us and high-fiving our riders. Only, these weren't your average cycling patrons, these were well-decked-out transvestites. But, hey, at least they clapped and cheered for us. Just not what you are expecting to see after that many miles on a bike.
Now to the last section...
So, after 150 miles over the weekend, on Monday morning I was awake at 4:30am to go to Bootcamp. No, not the real bootcamp. I didn't enlist or anything. It's this workout program called Milwaukee Adventure Bootcamp. A friend convinced me to do it with her. (well, didn't really convince me, she took the class in July and called me several times telling me how great this was and how in-shape she was getting- she knows how to convince me to do something:)
Anyway, 5 mornings a week, from 5:30-6:30 from August 4-29, you will find me down on Bradford Beach doing Bootcamp. Day one was rough getting up. I was sore from the bike tour and still very tired. As we were heading down to the lake, we saw some lightening, which made my friend comment that class would probably be canceled as the instructor doesn't do class with lightening. Well, wouldn't you know, since it was the first day, she decided to chance it and keep an eye on the weather while we got started. It actually wasn't raining when we started, so we did some warm-up stuff and in the middle of stretching, it started to rain. At which point, she informed us that rain will not make us melt and to keep going. I truly felt like I was at bootcamp. Finally after 15 minutes, the weather got too severe and she canceled the rest of class. I went home and was cold and tired and decided to reward myself with an Egg McMuffin. Oh well, the diet can begin again tomorrow- that was a damn tasty sandwich.
On July 19, myself and three other chaperones (yes, people actually entrusted their teenagers in my care) left with 18 youth aged 14-20 to head to Wheaton, MN for a week of mission work. Where is Wheaton? Well, it's pretty much as far as you can go in MN and not be in the two Dakotas. Kind of where all three come together. Anyway, the drive there wasn't too bad. We rented luxury mini-vans which included a DVD player, Satellite radio and an MP3 player plug-in. Everyone was entertained- well, mostly everyone. One member of my van pretty much pouted whenever his ipod was not the selected ipod for listening. Things became better when they decided to pop in a movie. Great. Except that for safety reasons, the view screen is not anywhere that the driver can see it. However, I can hear the movie through the car's speakers. Great if you are in the van that opted to watch Aladdin, which the driver had seen multiple times and therefore had no problem following the action. Not so great if you are in my van- where they chose "She's the Man". It stars Amanda Bynes and is a modern-day, teenage take on Shakespear's Twelfth Night. I have never seen this movie. Multiple times, there was laughter at which point, I had to ask for a clarification as to what happened. Oh well. Such is the life of a chaperone.
Anyway, we got to our destination just fine and on Sunday got all checked in. Everyone had time for showers before the afternoons programs began. The first day went very well- met my crew (which is made up of kids from other groups in an effort to force everyone to meet new people) that I would be working with all week at our designated work site. They were great kids and all got along very well. Monday rolled around and we headed to Dumont, MN where Bernadine, our resident lived. We were to scrape, prime and paint her 2-story house. The sheet we got listed the house as requiring "light" scraping. When we finally located the house (in the town of 122 people with absolutely no street signs) there was nothing "light" about the scraping required. The task seemed overwhelming from the start. Not to mention that with a 2-story house, there was a lot of areas that had to be done while standing on the roof or on a tall ladder and Skipper is afraid of heights. Ugh. Again, as the chaperone, I had to suck it up and to quote Nike, "Just do it". Well, by the end of the week, we made it. We finished the house for Bernadine who was just like most grandmas- offering desserts and treats every time we turned around. We had a little extra help from another crew for a day and a half, but by 2:40pm on friday, we had finished the whole thing. I had heat rash on a good portion of my body and bruises all down my legs from leaning on ladders, but it was done. Of course, then we went back to the Wheaton High School where we were staying to be greated as we were every day by a freezing cold shower. Apparently, the high school has something like a 150-gallon water heater. There were 384 people staying there for work camp, so if you didn't get one of the first 20 or so showers of the day- you pretty much felt like you were polar bearing every afternoon. There are tons of other stories from that week- but telling them would make this post ginormous, and many of them are probably only funny to those of us that were there:) But, the week was an amazing experience and I feel like I grew just as much as the kids did during our time there.
Anyway, I made it home. Had a week off and then had the MS150 bike tour. This was my 5th year riding the tour. You leave from Waukesha on Saturday and bike approximately 75 miles and wind up at Whitewater. Then we stay overnight in the dorms and get up on Sunday to bike another approximately 75 miles to Madison. Now, with all the travel lately, the training on the bike has been lacking. I knew my legs could make it, I wasn't so sure about my butt. Saturday was great- awesome route, relatively flat, great weather, everyone in good spirits. Sunday, not so much. Very, very, very hilly. And people just wanted to be done. But, as a team, we finished. Along with my friend, Wendy, who rides on the back of a tandem bike as she has for 6 years now. Her MS has gotten worse every year, but she keeps going with rarely a complaint. One funny story from Sunday, though. They decided to have us ride around the capital building this year. Traffic-wise and everything, just not a great idea. But, as we are riding up towards the capital, we passed some sort of alternative club or bar. Really wasn't paying too much attention until I saw the people standing outside, cheering for us and high-fiving our riders. Only, these weren't your average cycling patrons, these were well-decked-out transvestites. But, hey, at least they clapped and cheered for us. Just not what you are expecting to see after that many miles on a bike.
Now to the last section...
So, after 150 miles over the weekend, on Monday morning I was awake at 4:30am to go to Bootcamp. No, not the real bootcamp. I didn't enlist or anything. It's this workout program called Milwaukee Adventure Bootcamp. A friend convinced me to do it with her. (well, didn't really convince me, she took the class in July and called me several times telling me how great this was and how in-shape she was getting- she knows how to convince me to do something:)
Anyway, 5 mornings a week, from 5:30-6:30 from August 4-29, you will find me down on Bradford Beach doing Bootcamp. Day one was rough getting up. I was sore from the bike tour and still very tired. As we were heading down to the lake, we saw some lightening, which made my friend comment that class would probably be canceled as the instructor doesn't do class with lightening. Well, wouldn't you know, since it was the first day, she decided to chance it and keep an eye on the weather while we got started. It actually wasn't raining when we started, so we did some warm-up stuff and in the middle of stretching, it started to rain. At which point, she informed us that rain will not make us melt and to keep going. I truly felt like I was at bootcamp. Finally after 15 minutes, the weather got too severe and she canceled the rest of class. I went home and was cold and tired and decided to reward myself with an Egg McMuffin. Oh well, the diet can begin again tomorrow- that was a damn tasty sandwich.
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