I have never really understood those girls who deliberately subject themselves to bootcamps. I mean the idea of exercising until I'm blue in the face never really appealed to me, yet I have joined the ranks of "those girls."
Why? I don't really know. And trust me, I've asked myself that question at least a million times since Tuesday. I also can't answer why I decided to subject myself to said torture for a second time this week. I'm fairly confident that this decision will incapacitate me and confine me to the couch for the rest of the week. Yesterday I could barely move and today it felt like I was learning to walk for the first time as my legs wobbled to and fro. It must have been comical to watch.
Anyway wish me luck as I take my unsteady legs to yet another bootcamp where I will surely run staircases, do lunges (yuck!), squats, push ups and sit ups. And 30 minutes through, I will surely curse myself for having come again. Daughter.