I’ll admit it, I am getting a bit flabby. I sit too long at the computer and forget my resolve to get up every hour and jog in place for five minutes… or maybe just two. So when I saw the coupon deal for a five-week Fitness Boot Camp at 90% discount, I couldn’t resist. I bought two, one for me and one for my husband.
“Sure, it might be a bit hard, but it will be worth it,” I assured Dan.
Okay, let me tell you about Boot Camp. We met two days each week—at 4:45 a.m. Yes, a.m! As in morning. An hour and a half before dawn. Before the neighborhood chickens even considered opening their eyes. We started with timed push-ups (notice that’s plural) and squats. I did two and five, and my muscles were burning. Then we began. We exercised non-stop until 6:00 a.m. (It felt like four or five hours.) When Dan and I got home, we fell back into bed and slept until 9:00.
Here’s how Wikipedia describes Fitness Boot Camp:
A type of group physical training program conducted by gyms, personal trainers, and former military personnel. These programs are designed to build strength and fitness through a variety of intense group intervals over a 1 hour period of time.
You may think such a program is designed for the young and fit. Well, young, yes. But fit? Not so much. We were by far the oldest in the group. Most Boot Campers were in their twenties and thirties. But we weren’t at all the most out of shape. And, yes, we did survive the full fives weeks. We lost weight and saw our muscles grow. My exiting stats were: push-ups—25. Squats—52. And after the third session, we stopped going back to bed.
I’ve got to stop. It’s the top of the hour, time to get up and jog around the block.
“I know you’re older. Do you know what Facebook is?”
20-something Boot Camp buddy