I haven't attended a boot camp since my friend and fellow warrior princess, Che, invited me to one about 3 years ago. I had to haul my cookies out of bed at 5 o'clock and we worked out in the dark. The trainer called out exercises, we did them. This is my only experience with boot camp, and it is a good one.
Today, when my husband asked me, "Are you working out today?", I thought, "What am I going to do?" I looked up the classes at the rec center, and there's a boot camp class in 30 minutes. I can make it if I hurry.
I had heard that this instructor is pretty tough, so I was nervous going in. When I walked in, there was only one other girl there. This is never a good sign. Soon enough, another woman walks in, and she says, "We're going upstairs!" That's it; no hello or any type of introduction, just "We're going upstairs!". Really I thought she said, "I'm going upstairs" so it took me a few seconds before I realized I had to follow her. That probably should have foreshadowed the whole event, but whatever. I follow.
We go to the spin room, and everyone goes in and pulls a bike away from the wall and starts peddling. So I follow suit. Ms. Boot Camp teacher has not said one word to any newcomers, she's just peddling away. So I start peddling. And peddling, and peddling. I'm getting aggravated. I didn't want to take a cycling class. Eventually, she starts telling us to do other things like increase the tension, stand up, press up and down with your arms, etc. I just continue to pedal, because my butt hurt. I was afraid if I stood up I wouldn't be able to sit back down. And to be honest, I was pouting and being a brat. I didn't like her. She has that Julian Michaels training personality. She yelled out, "No whining!" and "Stop complaining!" Eventually she starts to tell us what we're going to do next, and what we're going to do next is:
1. Run to the length of the track.
2. Squat walk the one side of the track.
3. Run back to the starting area.
4. Run up and down the stairs twice
5. 24 sit ups
6. 24 push ups
7. 12 squats
Repeat until she says stop.
What I'm thinking is that once I get off this bike, I can sneak down the stairs, and she won't notice or care that I'm gone. Then I hear her say that if we ask her "Are we stopping?" she will make us run another lap. I'm definitely sneaking off and getting away from this boot camp nazi!
But I couldn't. That voice that I've come to hear so often told me that she wouldn't care if I left, but I would. I haven't given up yet. Not when I'm running, not in pilates, no on the hike from hell. What good would quitting do me? I fear that if I quit once, it will be all too easy to quit the next time. And then I thought of this blog. What would I write? It's another level of accountability when I have to come back and write down and admit that I quit. So if you check in with me here, I thank you! You kept me going today, and that means a lot!
So we take off down the track. Then the squats start. And guess what?? Squatting is another thing I do slow! It didn't take long before I was last. No matter. My legs were on fire by the time I got to the other side, but I kept going and ran the stairs. That's when someone told me I had to do it twice. Ahhh! Then I start the sit ups. I honestly thought there was no way I could do 24 sit ups. I would have bet money on it. But I did! I can't say the same for the push ups, but I tried. I got through the whole shebang twice to every one else's 3 or 4. Then she yells out, "Stop where you are and run three laps!" I can do that! So off I go. Tangila met me on the track and ran a whole lap with me. She had been up there rocking a 3K walk/run. After that we go down to the weight room
She puts half of us on ellipticals and half on treadmills. Luckily she put me on an elliptical on level 7 first, because I got a glimpse of what was to come on the treadmill. On the elliptical she kept making us up our level. Then she says, "Switch" and I go to a treadmill. We have to put it on elevation 15 and walk backwards! Backwards!! I felt like I was going to fall. I think I had it set for 1 mph; luckily for me she was busy doing something else because who knows if she would have let me get away with that.
Last, she tells us to go back to the activity room to cool down and stretch. So we're walking back, and she yells out, "Come on, ladies! Move!" In hindsight, I should have answered, "Yes! Drill Seargeant!" So we cool down and stretch, and all is right in the world. Right because class is over!
I think all in all, it was a good workout. I can feel that my legs will be sore, and maybe my arms too. I probably could have pushed harder on the push ups, but I try to go for quality rather than quantity, and I was pacing myself. I'm glad I tried the class and got my workout in for the day; but I didn't enjoy it. It was not fun, and I definitely can't say that I want to go back.
But I probably will.