Boot camp didn't suck nearly as much as I'd hoped.

All right you enquiring minds -- I've finished Boot Camp Day 1 and am sitting here drinking my smooth green apple/banana/kale/spinach/basil/yogurt lunch. Mmmmm. Jealous much?

First, let me just say that I am SO glad I didn't attempt the 5:30 a.m. frickin' middle of the night deal here in Phoenix. Cuz it is dark and cold in the middle of the night (or cold and lonely in the deep dark night, if you're Meatloaf), and I would've bitched up a storm that would have blanketed the whole midwest. If I'd even made it up that early. The trade off was a 27-minute drive to North Phoenix after my green tea. And guess what little park has no bathroom? Yep. So I was borderline bad-attitude right from the get-go, but I thought, Okay, I'll work through it -- maybe I'll forget about it. And I did later, but let's just say that jumping jacks are not what you want to be doing when you're already puffy and pissy and have got to pee on top of it.

I had to wait to assess the class, as my bathroom inquiry put me behind the rest of the class, which had jogged off just as I walked up. The overachievers were easy to spot, running way faster than other people for no good reason. Show offs. (I'm pretty sure I may have to kill "Anne" before the week is over.) Most of the class was in pretty good shape, but there was one large lady and another mid-life lady struggling with her own squidge. I wanted to stand next to the big lady, but she was way over on the other side, so I wound up next to perky overachieving Anne. Anne, with 8 lb weights instead of the puny 5 pounders the rest of us had. Anne, who runs way faster than everyone else and starts over because she's already finished the little course before everyone else. Anne, makin' me feel inadequate on a Monday morning. Something I DON'T need. So we jogged, we jacked, we jogged more, we did lunges and alternated between weights and cardio for an hour and I tried to ignore perky Anne and her 8 pounders with some success. I mean this clearly was NOT Anne's first day.

In the end, it really wasn't that bad. I hate running around until I suck wind (I'm definitely more of a power walker), but otherwise, I kind of liked it. Hey Mikey! So, for those of you waiting for me to piss and moan about Boot Camp, today's not your day! But there's always tomorrow. Or Wednesday. Or Thursday. Or Friday. I've got ALL week.