"Boot Camp" Week 1 in Review

I can pretty much sum up this week in one word- TORTURE!

Monday marked the first day of meeting with the blessing (cough cough) I mentioned in my previous post. I will be affectionately referring to him as Satan Trainer Guy because I assure you he forced me to do things to myself that my body was never meant to do. Or, at least that’s how I felt.

As I approached the park very early Memorial Day Monday I noticed a scale and tape measure laying on the ground…he and I weren’t getting off to a very good start and I hadn’t even set foot out of my car yet. I sure prayed to myself this wasn’t a picture of how the rest of the morning was going to go. I mean, seriously, let’s talk about putting a woman’s insecurities all out there in the very first session. It was a lot like having a nightmare, but being awake. I’m not sure what I thought was going to happen; but my first session was the hardest and longest hour of my life.

Wednesday evening was no different. This week has brought me to the really harsh realization that I’m as out of shape as I’ve ever been and as I’m getting older it isn’t getting any easier to get back into shape.

The next few weeks are going to be tough. I’m going to be sore and hungry which probably also means I’m going to be kind of grumpy. But, come six weeks from now I’m fairly positive I’ll be seeing some results and these first few weeks with be nothing but a fuzzy memory.