Saturday, January 15, 2011

Boot camp: kicking my ass and changing my life

All my life, I've been surrounded by FIT.

All four of my brothers were high school varsity letter winners.

In two sports. Each.

Two of my brothers were state champions.

One of my brothers was a body building champion.

My dad practically works out as part of his job.

My mom runs miles every single day.

.... and then there was me. Look, I'm not bitter - I think my family's fitness level is admirable, and I love myself in any shape. As I alluded to a few weeks ago, I decided to take it up a notch fitness-wise, and get in fighting form. Scott and I have been doing boot camp, and we just committed (and paid for) boot camp through March 31st.

For those of you who are unfamiliar, boot camp is set up like a group personal trainer session. They walk you through an hour of exercise ranging from wind sprints to lunges to non-traditional sit-ups. The instructor walks around and critiques or compliments your form and your effort. Every day, you work your major muscles in your legs, arms, abs and back with a little cardio mixed in. I won't deny it - I'm out of breath, soaked in sweat and silently cursing the instructor by the time the 60 minutes are up.

But I also feel great. Stronger, more fit, and yes - healthier.

As with many things in life - boot camp works when you work it, and it works for me for two main reasons: I'm a little on the "cheap" side - I don't like wasting money, and this class requires that you pre-pay, which means that means I will never skip class. I am also a little competitive, and with 10-15 other members of the class, well, it's a competition (in my head at least).

The jury is still out - but I could see myself being a boot camp girl for life.

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