Over the Hump

Something great happened yesterday.

I woke up yesterday and was no longer in agony. I drove to work, and got out of the car without having to contemplate it beforehand. My fledgling muscles screamed no more! Truly it was a turning point in my fitness quest. Because night before last, I was really discouraged (despite the adoption excitement). I fantasized briefly about going AWOL but knew Dr. Drill would be calling and emailing, and I knew I’d come too far to quit anyway. So I just went to bed early and miraculously, I awakened with renewed energy and enthusiasm. I’m back baby!! And today I was very glad I hadn’t given up: we had a few absentees, and the poor souls who were friends with one of them had to do pushups, planks and preloads (lay on back, feet six inches off the ground) while the rest of us got to stretch. Harsh? I guess so. But we had plenty of warning that sympathy would be scarce and we’d have to pay for the sins of others. I wonder what’s in store for the absentees on Monday…

And now, the second week is already finished. Still loving it. Who knew these 34-yr-old knees could still jog? And considering that I’m not in great shape, I’m thrilled that I can do most of the exercises in class (mountain climbers and regular pushups aside). And the best part is that for once I can actually see myself doing the exercises that seem impossible now. It might not happen by the end of boot camp, but I’m signing on with a trainer afterwards to keep going. My loosening jeans and desire to get fit for the long haul are helping me to make more commitments. I’ve already met her and she’s ready for me once Dr. Drill turns us loose.

Here are some pictures, for anyone who thinks I'm making this whole thing up. In the one with the body bars, I'm the one all the way to the left, completely out of sync with the class. Not my fault though! I'd just joined in after doing a solo exercise.