Bootcamp: the review

So remember when I wrote this post about breaking the comfort zone?

Consider it broken. One month of bootcamp completed! And it was so good, I signed up for another month.

The first day I went back in the beginning of April, I had no idea what to expect. Would there be some steroid-crazed instructor with 0% body fat screaming spittle into my face to GIVE ME TWENTY MORE? Would I be surrounded by perfect gazelle like women who sparkle instead of sweat? Would everyone know exactly what to do and I'd be like, wait, I forget what mountain climbers are? Would I even be able to find the dang place?

AHHHHHH

None of the above anxiety-riddled anticipations came true. I found the place just fine. The instructor is pretty chill - he expects us to do everything he tells us to, but he's ready to modify for people if need be. There are all different levels of fitness there, so I definitely don't feel out of place. And I'm always sore the day after bootcamp, so I know it's working!

We do something different each session - any mix of wall sits, planks, burpees, arm work with bands, squats, army crawls, step ups, pushups, etc, all mixed in with high intensity cardio. One time we played tag and if you were "it" you had to do 5 burpees before running after someone else. And we use whatever is available in the park - benches, basketball courts, picnic tables, steps, whatever. Once we did a bunch of ab work, planks, leg raises, flutters, and I couldn't cough or laugh without dying for about three days. Grow, ab muscles, grow! This month will be my last, since I really can't afford it without the groupon. But I'd definitely recommend it.

Next stop on my comfort busting bandwagon: kickboxing class. Not even kidding. What can I say, these groupons just sucker me right in. I haven't called to schedule my first 40 minute one-on-one training session because, well, I'm preeeeetty terrified. But judging by my bootcamp experience, I think I'll be okay. And you get a free pair of boxing gloves!

Definitely going to feel like a chuck norris-esque kangaroo.

THREE gloves. THREE!