This week was first week of Boot Camp 4 times a week. In addition, I had Personal Training with PT Bruiser twice this week. So...by this morning I had attended Boot Camp 3 times and had 1 personal training session. I was tired. Exhausted enough to e-mail Tabata Tod that I would not be joining class in the morning, but would attend the evening class instead.
All day I prayed to the exercise gods that I would not have to do leg bridges. My hamstrings were killing me. Anything but leg bridges would be okay with me. Fortunately, PT Bruiser let me get by with a stretching session in anticipation that I would get my butt kicked at Boot Camp.
On the drive to Indy Boot Camps I kept praying to the exercise gods. I even made a deal that I would do ANYTHING not to do leg bridges. I would be good. I would not talk trash to Tabata Tod. I would work really hard at everything else. I begged for NO LEG BRIDGES! I was willing to take ANYTHING, but leg bridges.
I kicked patootie in class.
- My Around the Worlds on the BOSU Ball were superb. I had air and speed as I hopped up and down.
- For the first time I actually trusted my partner enough on the Partner Leg Presses that I had fun.
- My hand/eye coordination was excellent doing Donkey Kicks. My partner would tap that medicine ball and I was catching it one handed several times.
- I even got a compliment from another Boot Camper regarding my group sit ups!
On the way home I rehashed in my head how wonderful I was in class. Patting myself on the back so much that my arm started to hurt. I was even celebrating that my mental telepathy with Tabata Tod worked. NO LEG BRIDGES were performed!
Until the exercise gods reminded me of my deal...
*THUMP, THUMP, THUMP*
My back left tire blew out on the interstate.
Eh well...it was a small price to pay for NO LEG BRIDGES!
Have a great weekend,
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