Well that sucked.

I knew this was coming, as did you all.

What you may ask? the reapperance of my breakfast. boot camp was a bitch, to be blunt. Yeah, I went there. But Darin started it. I made it through the whole thing and when we were stretching at the end, you know that feeling you get right when you KNOW you're about to make pavement pizza? I got it. And scurried to the bathroom just in time. It wasn't a violent situation, but lets just say that egg white protein powder+milk+a banana doesn't taste even half as good the second time around. and for some reason directly after, I've been so thirsty. I've literally drank 32 ounces of H2O (water for those of us who live under rocks and didn't take 2nd grade chemistry) in the last hour.

But enough about that.

Boot camp. My friends picked a good one to miss. Thankfully there were approximately zero dumpster runs because it was wayyyy too cold outside for all that mess. After we warmed up, the whole situation went like this. 2 exercises per station. you did the first one for 30 seconds, the second for 30, and then back to the first one for 30 seconds. So 90 seconds of non-stop go time. I think Darin picked every exercise that I've ever said I hated and threw it in one boot camp, sans the surrenders, thank. God. Jennifer and I started at station #2, which was bosu ball burpees and total body extensions. I hadn't done a BBB in a while and I forgot how much they sucked. I remembered in approximately 3 seconds why I had them on the list of exercises I'd rather cut out my beating heart with a rusty box cutter than do. Then there were push and presses and knuckleheads, then prison squats and boot strappers which, let me say I've tried really hard to keep my the aforementioned list at at maximum of 5 items so I wouldn't seem so unreasonable. However. that's over. If you've followed this blog for any amount of time, you know that reasonable isn't a great word to describe me haha. Unreasonable, dramatic, judgemental, stubborn, rude, lazy, those all fit. but anyways, exercise #6 would be boot strappers. My legs were on fiiiiiiyah after that one. Then, directly after that were kettlebell swings and figure 8s. Which, I hate kettlebell swings too, and figure 8s with anything more than 15lbs is kiiiinda pushing it. Then there were step ups and knee ins, and then slams and push ups. I'M OVER PUSH UPS. I dont want to push anything anywhere anymore. ever. everrrrrrrrrr. Again. I wish I didn't look like the south end of a north bound donkey or I'd show you all my "forget this" (this would be the radio edit) face. Some people focus on thriving at boot camp. I focus on surviving. Though I will say I am kinda impressed with being able to get through the first round without stopping. Not to say I did 30 squats in 30 seconds but I didn't have to stop haha. I know why when I first asked Darin about boot camp in June he said hold off. I literally most likely would have died or never came back to the gym had I experienced that early on in my gym unicorn career. I refuse to say rat, because they're nasty.

Anyways. the point is, I'm still alive kind of. You know the lifehouse song that's like "i'm still alive but i'm barely breathing" if there was a soundtrack for boot camp, that would be it. Also. I hate everything, but I'm going to sleep REAL good tonight.

annnnnnnnnd I'm out!
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