Once again, I had a really difficult time getting to sleep the night before boot camp.
In the past week, the boyfriend and I discovered that Mencken had burrowed a hole into our box spring. When he's feeling particularly frisky, he will rummage around underneath us, doing god-knows what. It's really irritating...but also really hilariously cute.
Suffice it to say, he didn't make it any easier the night before boot camp. I nearly ran late, but I tried to jog a bit to get to the gym on time.
Ugh. I hate running. I hate running so bad.
Near the end, I definitely felt like I was giving up, and I was really frustrated at myself for feeling that way. At the very end, we ran to a separate location and were told to go up and down some stairs and then run up a short hill and back down several times until we were told to stop.
As Jillian Michaels would say, I totally "phoned it in" at some point. There was no way I was jogging up the hill, and running and and down the stairs was not even an option. I was spent.
But I have 2 sessions left. Right now, I'm almost considering paying for more sessions, but that's dependent on my job situation.
I know it's been good for me and my body to keep at this. Plus, having a trainer/teacher around to keep pushing us while having other group members around to keep me feeling competitive helps with my motivational level.
I do wish that the trainer would provide some music to help keep us motivated. But, it's just not his style.
I couldn't imagine doing it more than once a week at this point in my body, but if I get stronger I could up it to 2x a week.
The problem is that pesky running. You'd think that riding a bike would have helped me get a bit stronger, but my bike has been out of commission for a while.
I'll be honest, and this is just a little thought between you and me...but I'm considering going out to attempt running on my own. Maybe around the Ringer Park field super early in the morning, but it's a smaller area, which means several laps before reaching a mile. Or probably around the Chestnut Hill Reservoir, which is nearby and relatively flat but long enough that I won't just quit (according to Yelp, it's approximately 1.56 miles). Or even down the Esplanade one day.
Sshhhh!!! Don't say anything, okay?
Let me be clear, though. I still loathe running, but I'm stubborn enough to know that I want to conquer it just because.
In the past week, the boyfriend and I discovered that Mencken had burrowed a hole into our box spring. When he's feeling particularly frisky, he will rummage around underneath us, doing god-knows what. It's really irritating...but also really hilariously cute.
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| our little monster |
Ugh. I hate running. I hate running so bad.
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| for serious |
As Jillian Michaels would say, I totally "phoned it in" at some point. There was no way I was jogging up the hill, and running and and down the stairs was not even an option. I was spent.
But I have 2 sessions left. Right now, I'm almost considering paying for more sessions, but that's dependent on my job situation.
I know it's been good for me and my body to keep at this. Plus, having a trainer/teacher around to keep pushing us while having other group members around to keep me feeling competitive helps with my motivational level.
I do wish that the trainer would provide some music to help keep us motivated. But, it's just not his style.
I couldn't imagine doing it more than once a week at this point in my body, but if I get stronger I could up it to 2x a week.
The problem is that pesky running. You'd think that riding a bike would have helped me get a bit stronger, but my bike has been out of commission for a while.
I'll be honest, and this is just a little thought between you and me...but I'm considering going out to attempt running on my own. Maybe around the Ringer Park field super early in the morning, but it's a smaller area, which means several laps before reaching a mile. Or probably around the Chestnut Hill Reservoir, which is nearby and relatively flat but long enough that I won't just quit (according to Yelp, it's approximately 1.56 miles). Or even down the Esplanade one day.
Sshhhh!!! Don't say anything, okay?
Let me be clear, though. I still loathe running, but I'm stubborn enough to know that I want to conquer it just because.
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