Murder Before Breakfast

Ugggg....I awoke to a sinus headache and simply did not want to go to my last class of my $1 bootcamp today. This class has been extremely awesome in wearing me down. I even skipped swim last night because I was just so exhausted. Oh boy...speaking of swim...

I DID go on Tuesday. It seems I have friends with a lot of different drinking styles. A few of you hardcore athletes don't drink at all (tsk tsk...the fun hangovers you are missing). A few others actually encouraged me to drink before and after. I don't think anyone offered that I should drink DURING my swim, though. The majority of you said to go get my workout on and then have a drink if I still wanted it.

So I made it through my swim. There's nothing like thinking you've perfected your stroke only to be evaluated by the pros and told differently that makes you want to have a flippin' drink. As I was leaving the pool, I became that fool that you see walking down the street texting (or in my case tweeting a congratulatory note to Super Kate who has started drinking booze as a replacement for her soda addiction :-p ) and fell off a curb and into a bike lane where I promptly had my foot run over by one lucky cyclist who I'm sure had me in his sights from blocks away. Anyhoo....more than one glass of wine was enjoyed...

My husband told me yesterday I have old hands. I told him he's currently unlucky at getting any action love with this old hag.

...and then I spent my entire Wednesday wishing I had just gone straight to bed instead. There is just something about watching The Biggest Loser while drinking booze or eating Doritos that does it for me. What can I say? I'm a rebel.

So where was I? Oh yes, Murder. So I talked myself into going to bootcamp and on the way I murdered a poor bird. A big bird. I bounced him right off my bumper in mid-flight and he hurled over the top of my car. I immediately burst into tears. I was just commenting to Kovas the other day that I can't even bring myself to kill spiders or ants (which is terrible for the wee girl right now as she is afraid of Mosquito Eaters and they have infiltrated our house. She is constantly in tears every time she has to go into a bathroom, which is where they all seem to congregate). My one caveat...if they are in my tent...they are dead meat. I'm not letting them crawl on me! Get REAL!
Now, I can eat a nice steak or a juicy half cooked mad cow burger...but killing animals? Not. My. Thing.

So I arrive at bootcamp in tears and find out that it is jump and twist day. Jump as in jump rope (remember that I have post pregnancy female issues with this??!!) and twist...as in ab work (my gut is so soft that marshmallows are jealous) so I almost just slid out the door without anyone being the wiser...but the thing that has happened in this one short week of bootcamp is that they've remembered my name every day, they are friendly and caring...and almost already feel like family...so since we're all so close, I let them watch me wet my pants for 45 minutes.

Sweaty and drained (literally) I made my exit. I'll miss this new family as the $1 per week preview fit my budget. The $247 per month from here forward...not so much. I'm still working on a way to swing it though. This bootcamp class really did it for me. Something completely different every single day. I talked with a girl who has been there for 10 months and she said she's only seen one class repeated in that whole time.

What say you? Have you done bootcamp style classes? 

Did you like or dislike?

Were they indoors or outdoors?

What was your favorite part?
How much would you pay per month for a 5 day a week bootcamp?

For me...in this circumstance, the people (both the leaders and participants) and their style of training really won me over.