Most people's morning start with a cup of coffee and a bagel.
I started mine with some Aleve and the rubbing of BenGay on my upper arms. I spent forever just trying to get my bra on this morning.
Ohhhh the agony!
But once I was good and smelly I hobbled down to the car and headed to Boot Camp.
Today was kickboxing.
Now if you do a basic google search of kickboxing you will see lots of images of ladies looking like this:
I, on the other hand, looked like this poor child.
The poor instructor kept having to come back and fix my feet.
And all of this jumping!
I mean if God meant me to do jumping jacks, high knees, and jump drills - He would have put Guinness in high places.
I was a sweaty, hot mess.
And I am not ashamed to admit that a couple of times I faked a push-up just to get my breath back under me.
My favorite part about all of this is back in college I did martial arts for years - and now - I am beyond pathetic!!!
This boot camp is killing me.
I am a walking, talking monkey with Icy Hot, Ben Gay, Tiger Balm, and ice as my constant companions!
Tomorrow I train with Tony the Trainer. Maybe by then I can move my arms.
Go team go - crap