Day 3

As soon as I got in the car for work I was dreading bootcamp.

I'm tired from a long day at work. It's so cold I'll probably freeze on the way back out. I'm so achy. All things I threw at myself on the short drive from Broad Street to Wesley. Just shut it, Jess. Suck it up and go to bootcamp.

There were 21 people there. Most were the same, but there were a few new faces. Volleyball forced us to spend half our time in the gym, then the other half we were on the track.

That means 30 minutes of muscle stuff (including the dreaded planks - which I prefer to call the Devil's ab routine), then 30 minutes of running. Yes, 30 minutes. My current best was 10.

30.

I got through the first mile and tried to psych myself into running more. Nope. I had to walk two laps (12 = 1 mile). Then HiP Instructor made us do Indian runs. Wow, that sounds disgusting now that I type it... Basically we formed a line and the person in the back sprinted to the front while the rest jogged.

There were 21 of us plus HiP Instructor.

That meant basically an entire mile of jogging. I'd already done one, what did they expect out of me?!?

But I stayed with the pack the entire time.

All in all I'd say I ran 20 out of 30 minutes. I was highly impressed with myself.

... well until I came back to the newsroom for election night and had three slices of pizza. Oops.