I also thought my days of public jumping rope were over (sorry...way too much info on my bladder control, I'm sure), but there I was this morning at my second day of bootcamp jumping away. This second class did not disappoint. If I thought yesterday was hard, today was simply H.E.L.L. My form was so poor and sloppy at the end that I had a bright red blush of embarrassment over top of my deep purple flush that was trying to indicate I was about to pass out. I was so happy to be done...and THEN
|Damn that towel!!|
and sat down to drip a pool of sweat around my butt and started to stretch so I could leave.
Two MORE sets?
It seemed to never end...crab something this, squat something that, repeat, double repeat, twirl over onto your stomach and give me 10. Over and over and seemingly over again.
I. Loved. Every. Minute. Of. It.
...and tomorrow is the only day I don't have bootcamp this week, so seems like a good night to have a drink (or two...) right?
So...WWYD? Drink or swim? Swim then drink? Swim and sleep?How does alcohol play in your life centered around health and fitness?