bootcamp is not a camp for boots

Day 1 (all you are getting is a stream of consciousness)

i woke up at 5am on the dot. i must have had a bad dream because i had no shirt on.

i am not ready for bootcamp. i hate working out in the morning.

i got ready really fast and waited like a stalker outside of janine's house. she looks at me and laughs, this was a bad idea.

my car is hot. i hate my car right now.

we get to the park, park the car and wait. we are on the wrong side of the park.

we start walking over and a nice lady tells us to follow her. i should be grateful at her politeness and help. i hate her becasue she has done this already, she will probably run faster than me. grrrr.

ok, solid group of people. everyone looks sporty. not a lot of chatting. i have my hood on, i look like the grim reaper. i check in.

instructer says run....i hate running. i leave janine behind. i need to keep the momentum, i soon lose that momentum and one after another the runners pass me. i am sweating.

we then do a fitness test. pushups, situps, high knees. my least favorite excercises. i do everything half ass. i know im doing it half ass. i feel like this will come back to bite me in the future. there is some sort of gravel on this astro turf. its stuck to me like little poos.

heart rate is up, we start doing drills. janine is sitting this one out. i am jealous. i wish i was sleeping. i think about my new beach body.

i realize i am annoyed by all of these people.

i was smoking cigarettes this weekend. it feels like i am coughing each one of them up. i am disturbed at this mental image.

everyone runs every where. run for a drink, run and get in a circle. i have issues with authority.

i decide im going to do the math when i get to work and see if this is really worth my money. i get over it and try to think positive....beach body....beach body....

this gravel crap is annoying. i have a hard time staying in the plank position. my feet begin to slip.

I am surprised at all the energy i have. this soon goes away. sorry, dude-on-the-train-whose-shoulder-I-slept-on. i now have heartburn.