Yesterday night I started boot camp and to say the least I am hurting. Yesterday afternoon I was a basket full of worry and was making myself sick thinking of everything that could go wrong. I worried over weather I would be dressed right, or if it would be obvious just how out of shape I am.
In the end I am glad I went. I am glad that I showed up and gave it a try. I loved it. I cannot wait to go back on Wednesday. Granted it was the longest hour of my life and I can currently hardly walk or sit. I love the way it made me feel. I have never been one for individual sports or things like that so I am used to my failures affecting others, therefore a heightened competitiveness in a sense and a fear of failure. This was completely different. Each activity was designed almost so you could not tell how the person beside you was doing, you just knew how you yourself were handling it.
My goal for the night became clear very early into the evening, 'Do Not Pass Out'. I focused on pushing myself as hard as possible and simply to not pass out. My body has an ability to go into auto pilot if I concentrate hard enough and with that piece of wood over my head jumping I just tried my hardest not to pass out and could care less what I looked like. The people their were encouraging and helpful and I honestly enjoyed it. The activities that were terrible did not last very long, so it was possible to push through that minute of terrible because it would soon be over.
Last night I pushed myself harder than I have in ages and it felt great. I am enjoying the pain today because I know in a few weeks it will not hurt as much and in a few more weeks I am hoping the results will be noticeable and that it will all be worth it.
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