Watch It My Friend!

I write this post as a warning to a few of my fellow "bootcampers."  You know who you are.  You walk in in your tiny swatches of spandex and chiseled abs with a spring in your step.  I look to you as an inspiration and only hope to be a little like you someday.  But be warned.. when you come in and complain about being tired after your 10 mile run from earlier today and how you aren't sure you are up for more exercise.. the likelihood of my "accidentally" tripping you as you breeze past me during our warm-up laps is extremely high.  I'm not proud of it, but it just has to happen.

Sorry, but when I talk about surviving another boot camp session,  I mean just that, survived.  I crawl away still breathing, or rather panting, and consider it a success.  Getting through a session takes everything I have.  I wobble out to the car, drive home and collapse over the edge of the tub, kick the lever with my foot and accept whatever temperature of water comes out as there really isn't anything I can do about it anyway.  My abs won't lift by body to change it and the one kick was all my leg had left.  It's a miracle that I don't drown.  As water starts to pour over the edge, B come in and turns it off.  I roll back over the edge of the tub and flop onto the rug on the floor.  Here I air dry/possibly sleep for the night.  For the next several days I struggle with meneal tasks such as brushing my hair and typing.  So as my arms shake with these final key strokes I bid you good night.