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.