Make it stop!

You know in the movies when the drill sergeant everyone do something awful because one person lagged behind? It's real.

It hurts.

We had to do squats against a wall with a big ball. We had to jump on just the balls of our feet with our hands in the air. And worst, we had to hold our legs 6 inches from the ground for what seemed like 10 minutes.

It all hurt. And on those leg lifts I was the loser that made everyone do it longer.

It seemed as if all the drills we did Thursday revolved around my wrists. What muscles are in my wrists?

We did crab walks across the gym. We did push ups and side planks.

So as I wrap up week two of bootcamp, I tell myself that I can complain. I can moan and groan. But I cannot quit. It may hurt, but that means change is happening.

So instead of ending on a complaint, I'm going to point out the good that has come from bootcamp:

I notice I have more energy. It feels as if I'm constantly downing caffeine. I'm giddy and giggly, and I fidget.

I also crave running. This morning I woke up and wanted to go to the gym and run.

I'm still a little freaked out about that.