The cool thing about the boot camp is they give you a guide on what types of food to eat. With the help of my wonderful wife, I am now watching what I eat. The bad part is I have sworn off my most favorite beverage, beer. The night before was a mostly sleepless affair, with our little dog Niko constantly changing who he wanted to curl up to. Undaunted, I awoke on time to make the thirty minute trip to the gym. I was pleased to see that the instructor was different than the woman who promised I would hate her after the first 20 minutes of the workout.
I arrived on time but found most of the class had already stretched and were ready to go. All but myself and one other older man represented the male species. The women were of all shapes and sizes and seemed generally excited to be there.
The first exorcise resembled a center hiking a football. I foolishly picked a 15 pound weight as my football. I started strongly, lifting the weight out and up in front of me, then swinging it back as if I were handing it to the imaginary quarterback. In between doing each set of the center drills, we dropped to what is called mountain climbing.
Smiling I thought, I show everyone how to workout. However, after the third set I was winded. The next torture consisted of legs spread, weight in each hand and pulling to the chin. Again in between the sets we would do a more of cardiovascular effort.
After twenty minutes of abuse, I know longer felt confident and was quite sure I hated the instructor. On top of that, I wondered what I would do first, throw up or pass out.
Though I did have to take a breather, after regaining my senses, I finished the hour long workout.
Tomorrow is Day three of the program and happily the next torture session is not until Saturday. Stay tuned!
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