Dude! Has it seriously been more than a week since I've written about my beloved nightly torture? It has. Crazy how time flies. So many things going on in our household right now. I'll save that for the next post. For now, a quick bootcamp update.
Here's the deal: I only have 6 days left--and that includes this weekend. Only 3 real days of guided workouts. Friday is our graduation party (pizza and beer--woot woo!), then we have the weekend on our own. Monday is our final meeting. The first day of the next class and the day that we see how far we've come--our final PT test. Is it insane that it went by so fast? And after all that dread?
So, how are things coming? Damn good. There's no other way to put it. Yes, it's blazing hot out there and no, they aren't taking it easy on us.
Maybe I really am getting better at this thing? I think yes.
Last weekend I headed out to the park and set out to practice my mile run. Let's just say my final PT test will be much different than my first. I will say I've almost passed out a couple of these hot nights. It was literally 96 degrees when we started this evening--and we voted to start a half-hour later for this last week. It's just hot and there's no way around it.
BUT, I feel stronger. I feel GOOD. I feel great, actually. I can do more. I can feel muscles that have been hibernating and clothes are getting loose. I love it.
In fact, I love it so much I'm dreading the end. Yes, I'll actually be sad to see this month end. And I'm already wondering when I'll sign on for the next round (I'm thinking fall...). I know that I won't give up on my reunion with fitness, but I also know that I will never be able to keep up the boot camp intensity on my own. And although I can't wait to see how much weight I've lost and inches, and all that good stuff, I also know I still have awhile to go to reach my goals.
And that's where I am with things. Trying to figure out how I will parlay this month of amazing success into my "normal" non-boot camp life. Here's hoping my newly toned arms find a way.