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Bootcamp, Confessions, and Life in General

I would say week 1 of bootcamp is over, but I know I'm really going to be feeling it tomorrow, so I can't claim to have lived through it yet. It's been fun, though. Day 1 we just weighed and measured and all that fun stuff, plus ran a mile to see how fast we can do it. I think we'll do all that again at the end to see how far we've progressed. Wednesday, we did a so-called "obstacle course", which, other than the jumping, was not so bad. Then we did intervals of pushups, crunches, squats (yow!) and something else (that I forget) with a little jogging in between. It didn't seem bad while we were actually doing it, but apparently I found some muscles I'd forgotten about because I was kind of sore yesterday. This morning, we did spin class for half an hour and then did some weights, crunches, etc. So far, bootcamp gets an A-. I can't rate it an A+ because there are several things I was not aware I was signing on for. For example: getting dirty. I'm not talking about getting sweaty - that's okay (desirable, even) - I mean actual dirt. I'm not down with that. I don't do dirt. Also, swimming in public will be involved. The good news is, it's still dark at 5:30, so maybe no one will notice just how white my legs are - either that, or we can use them as flashlights if we get lost in the dark. One more thing: Oh. My. Aching. Head. Maybe by the time we get to the end of this deal, I'll be used to the early morning thing.

Moving on.

I've been slacking on the 12 Step Program. I was going to wait until I had some pictures, so I could illustrate my next point. I've figured out by now that the pictures just aren't happening, but if you know me IRL, you can imagine.

I have been known to be a fashion victim. I realized this not too long ago when I purchased some rather large white-framed sunglasses. They are, in a word: tacky. My landlady from 6 or 7 years ago had a similar pair which she left at our apartment one time and my roommate and I walked around in those things and laughed and laughed. And now I wear them and think I'm hotstuff. My mom has been teasing me about this tackiness for years. She says I'm just like my Great Aunt Helen. We'll have to wait until I'm 80 to see if I'm going out in public in tube tops and hot pants to see just how much like her I am. Anyway, I've never met a sequin I didn't like, I own plaid burmuda shorts, and I have leopard print shoes (which Sophie calls my "cow shoes"). But, in my defense, most of the time, when I'm wearing something gaudy, I am aware of my gaudiness. It's self-conscious tackiness - so that should count for something.

In other news:

Looks like the we're taking the apartment. I'm not entirely excited about going back to an apartment. The way I see it, having a number after your street address is sort of like having to wear a name tag at your job. There's just something non-grown-up about it. That's okay though. I think it will work out well. Plus, it's "Monroe's Address of Distinction." It says so on the brochure, so it must be true.

I've got many fun things in store for the weekend, none of which include waking up at 5 am. It's too soon to tell if there will be any tacky clothing or accessories involved. Chances are, there will be.

Posted by christin at May 19, 2006 09:46 AM | TrackBack