Crazy Eights

This morning we got to spend the entire bootcamp on the soccer field in the dark. No matter how dark it is though, Sergeant Laura seems to know if you need a kick in the pants. We did circuits in some sort of figure eight pattern. We always started one loop of the eight with two tire flips then we either went left to do mountain climbers or right to do hip dips. There is no way on God's green earth I have the strength at this point to start in a plank position, lift one leg up and pass it under the other dipping my hip to the ground and back up, so my dips looked a little more like a little hip flick. Regardless, between the hip dips, mountain climbers (remind me never to go mountain climbing) and plank jacks, my hands feel raw. Thank goodness for the little break for my hands with the standing knee crunch things and the v squats. Oh lets not forget the jumping stars or the modified option which is just jumping jacks. Let me explain to you men or ladies out there whose cups may not runneth over. Gravity is a beast, every time my feet hit the ground, it feels like I'm being punched in the lungs. EVERY SINGLE time it knocks the wind out of me audibly. When we were finally finished with the crazy eights we were instructed to do a "recovery jog" around the field while intermittently sidestepping on Sergeant Laura's command. The term "recovery jog" seems like an oxymoron. To me recovery should be paired with something like nap or better yet cheeseburger. I'd like a "recovery cheeseburger" please.


Alas, next week is my last week in bootcamp and then I'm on my own. If I could, I'd do bootcamp every week for the next 14 months since it obviously helped me shed 18 lbs already. $150 for a 6 week class unfortunately isn't feasible but I'm still holding out hope that I might be able to do it once or twice more in this 14 month journey if I'm really good for the Birthday fairies or Santa aka my better-off siblings. Just found out that our last bootcamp class next week is the "Biggest Loser Outdoor Challenge". So not only do I have anxiety about keeping up the pace on my own over this next year but now the last day at bootcamp seems terrifying, particularly after I asked for more details and I only get questions in return like "Were you a girl scout?" or "Do you have any life saving skills?" What kind of movement am I about to ENJOY next week?!?!