Boot Camp Update

Well...I haven't quit yet, which is surprising considering what I thought after the first session. The second session nearly killed me. We did circuits, a minute each of crazy exercises like burpees, mountain climbers, engines, etc. And we repeated this over and over and over until I thought there was no way they could possibly ask us to do them again, and they did. I barely survived. And the grass we did all this on made my skin itch well into the night. It kind of felt like the point of no return, like I've come this far, there's no going back now. When Friday came around, the last thing I wanted to do was end the week with a 90-minute workout in 98 degree heat when most normal people were enjoying happy hour. But there I was, running through an obstacle course at 6:30 on a Friday night. I felt pretty good about making it through the first week and thought there wasn't too much else that I wouldn't be able to handle. Then Monday came and they ordered each of us to grab a 50-pound sandbag. Trying to grasp these sandbags while doing chest presses, squats, bent-over rows, and bicep curls was beyond challenging. I prefer dumbbells any day. What really got me was that the sandbags leaked sand into my eyes, mouth and all over my chest. Plus I broke two of them when I slammed them to the ground, which frustrated the instructor. I tried to remind her that we were in fact at a gym and there are plenty of real weights inside, but to no avail. Tonight marks session five of boot camp and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't absolutely dreading it.