Overachieving Anne was back today, throwing off my plans for a coup. It's hard to assume command when you're doubled over trying to breathe and OA Anne is sprinting and kicking her muscular legs like a little pony. A minor set back. And I wound up next to OAA and her 8 pounders again this morning. Spent the hour obssessing about how old Anne and the other boot campers might be. I've convinced myself that Anne is at least 10 years younger than I am, in order to feel better about my inability to (1) jog, (2) jump rope (a skill I didn't think I needed any more), and (3) wear shorts at 9:30 a.m. when it's "chilly" out. I totally suck at all the high-impact stuff. Who knew I couldn't run, or jog, or jump up and down for any length of time? Well, now we all know. But I'm really good at lunges and stuff.
Anyway, boot camp is still sucking, but not as much as I had expected. I think the 5:30 am session REALLY would have sucked ass, and I'm kind of disappointed that I didn't give it a shot. Maybe I'll try that before Christmas.
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