I am DONE with boot camp! And I'm not dead!
The first week felt like some sort of freakish, surreal punishment. I was all out of sorts from the crazy wake up time--not to mention the fact that my muscles were screaming in fury at my sudden refusal to let them lie dormant. Slowly, though I began to adjust to being up so early, and my body finally gave up the fight for laziness.
I haven't turned into a supermodel or a bodybuilder (thank heavens), but I am no longer panicked about wearing sleeveless shirts, and I'm able to chase after and catch the kids a lot faster. Unbelievably, shockingly, insanely, I am signing up to do this crazy boot camp AGAIN. What?!
Well, it will take the first half of it to undo the damage I plan to do in Florida when we go next week. I intend to reward my muscles for all their hard work by letting them do nothing more strenuous than unfolding a beach chair. I also intend to eat. A lot.
Yeah, no Miss Universe title is imminent.