I Can Appreciate 3 Minutes So Much More

I knew it was coming, we did a lot of running last week but we still hadn't done the customary 1 mile run to see where we're at in the beginning of this bootcamp round. My intuition told me this morning that I better wear my tightest sports bra in case today was the day. We arrived and were told to do timed pushups and burpees. I thought I was going to be tough and not use a yoga mat, which turned out to be an awful idea. Now that we got our heart rate up from the burpees Sgt. Laura dropped the bomb. "Let's head out to the parking lot for a 1 mile run." I noticed great improvement in myself today. I was huffing and puffing right there with some of the level 2s for a good majority of the run before I had to slow it down. I enjoy sprinting the last little bit and couldn't believe my ears when Laura told me my time. I reduced my run another minute and a half for a total of 3 minutes from the first time. If I reduce my run time one more minute she's going to force me to graduate to the level 2s and run a mile and a half. Ugh It never gets easier. On the flip side, once I upgrade to the mile and a half I will be able to more adequately gauge my progress comparing to my fit level at the end of Air Force Basic Training back in 2003. My mile in a half at my best was around 12 minutes 15 seconds, (I was never a runner) so that is my personal goal, to return to that fitness level.


Now that I spent all my energy why not do timed sit-ups! I'm so mad that I didn't improve from the last timed sit-ups but I have to remind myself that last time the sit-ups were before the run.

For the final 15 minutes we did a circuit that included suicide runs, table climbs, underhand ball tosses, partner squats, tire flips, and frog kicks. Now that I've got a partner in crime it's a little harder to get away with skipping exercises like I use to. We both still avoided the suicides until the last possible moment but generally I use to skip the table climbs. I'm not particularly a fan of climbing on objects that quiver under my weight. I also don't enjoy thrusting my rear in the air spread eagle doing frog kicks when every inch of me is sweating.