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This is the first time I’ve ever done any fitness bootcamp of any sort. I had no idea what to expect, and I purposely chose to sign up for a 3-day-a-week one for a month to ‘kick start’ my goal of getting in shape for this year. As an added bonus, on top of looking fabulous for our wedding, I’d like to be in good shape for our honeymoon so that I’m not the one slowing things down. He’s the one who likes to hike mountains – and I don’t want to be the reason he isn’t able to when we’re on our great adventure.

 

So … day one. Was hard.

I woke up with enough time to realize that my ‘indoor running shoes’ were last used for a muddy hike through the Cuban jungle – and thus were covered in red mud. So at 6:30 am I was standing over the bathroom sink with a Mr.Clean Magic Eraser trying to get those puppies to a passable manner of ‘clean’. I had visions of leaving red mud marks everywhere and having people giving me evil looks. Luckily, the quick clean was enough to get me by – but they’re going in the washing machine before next class.

Like a typical keener I was the very first person there – which was embarrassing, but not nearly as embarrassing as when the class started and I was ‘that kid’ who couldn’t get her act in gear. While everyone else was sashaying in perfect unison with the instructor, I was staring blankly while trying to get my legs and arms to work. When the instructor made a point of saying that it didn’t matter if we weren’t following her moves as long as we were moving, I knew she was talking to me – and I felt super sheepish.

Then it was time for the laps. I have absolutely ZERO cardiovascular ability to speak of – so this was even more embarrassing. Not only was I jogging so slowly that everyone ended up backlogged behind me, but I was also the first one to tap out and grab a drink of water. My heart was pounding in my chest so hard and I had flash backs to ballet class where I was again ‘that kid’ who just didn’t seem to fit in or ‘get it’. The rest of the class, luckily, went fine since it was more about strength and flexibility. I’ll admit at the beginning part of me wanted to run right out of there and not come back – but I stuck through it and felt fabulous the rest of the day. It’s really true what they say about exercise¬†being a mood-lifter! It’ll be interesting to see the impact of this for the next month. It’s definitely a lot easier to go in the morning than in the evening – I don’t feel like I’m losing part of my productive day this way.

I think my goal of competing in pole dancing by the end of this year is far fetched, but at least I’ll be getting in shape and I know I can’t really get in any worse shape than I already am!