New Perspective

I really should be doing a million other things right now but I'm a student and figure it entitles me to some degree of procrastination. I really feel the need to say, "Ahhh, Monday."



My day began with bootcamp for women, a grueling hour of intense fitness at 5:30 am. At the time I signed up I was excited and ready to make a healthy change. The first week I nearly threw up, cried, and I finished in last place when I ran (more like walk/jog) the mile. That week I seriously doubted I was cut out for bootcamp and wanted to hide under my bed when the alarm sounded at 4:30 am. Day three was so severe I could barely move and no amount of advil or ice packs seemed to touch my screaming muscles. I've worked out with personal trainers in the past but never experienced this intensity. My coach has oodles of neat letters after his name, has written books and articles, and was the physical trainer for the Columbus Crew soccer team. He is a great coach and although I'd never say it to him, he is the human version of the reindeer coach in Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. He's just got that whole "coachiness" thing going on, complete with whistle.



This week I have a new perspective. I am over the soreness, over with feeling out of place. I figured so what if I can't do side plank push-ups the way the other campers can. I try anyways and I think I'm starting to feel like something bigger than myself. It's a good feeling and in all honesty, the best part is not being sore. It was an athletic feat just to lower myself to the... um, you know. I haven't lost much yet, just about five pounds but I feel better and am starting to get more energy through the day. New perspective- Who cares what other more fit, marathon running women think because I'm just as determined to achieve my goals.