As soon as I heard the adorable instructor say that we didn’t need any accoutrements but a yoga mat at boot camp last night, I knew I was in trouble.
No equipment = me as the weights.
Needless to say, this class was less fun, mostly because it kicked my ass doing things that I despise: push ups – more than I ever have before – plus squats, jumping jacks – which I haven’t done since I was a kid and decided right then and there that I loathe immensely – sit ups and other torturous moves for a straight hour.
I think I was the only one in the class that couldn’t manage even one stupid plank.
By the time cool down came, I wanted to die but walked out of the class feeling like I didn’t really do anything. There was no serious soreness like there was last week, no slow walking or aches that I could wear like a badge – until this morning when my arms were like, “What the heck did you make us do?”
I’m pretty sore right now – and I couldn’t be happier. Can’t wait for tomorrow’s class to see what torture awaits!