On Saturday I made the mistake of going to boot camp with my friend Cinnamon* My friend is in really amazing shape and we sometimes work out at the gym together. I say sometimes, because some mornings I text her things like uhhh I'm not coming to the gym this morning. I'm an awesome work out partner, I know. Anyway, so on Saturday I promised I would go with her to boot camp. She thought it would be good training for my Tough Mudder coming up (it definitely was). Also, it was at 10am, so I would have plenty of time to sleep in. Being super smart, I decided that I didn't need to eat breakfast. The only thing I wanted to eat was a banana and we only had one left, so I wanted to leave it for B. He didn't even eat it. Awesome.
We drove to the beach, parked, and wandered over to where we thought it was. But nobody was there. Supposedly, the boot camp was in front of this restaurant at the beach. But we were standing right in front of the restaurant and nobody was there. Cinnamon's friend called her to ask where she was, claiming it was right in front of the restaurant we were standing in front of. We kept walking, and two blocks down was the exact same restaurant. Which didn't even make sense. It's not like it was a Starbucks or anything.
Once we got there, one of the people running the boot camp gave a demonstration of all the stations. There were 20 stations, and you do each station for 1 minute. There was a dumbbell curl station, multiple squat stations, a jump rope station, a sit up station, a push up station, a sprint station, a hopscotch/squat station, a sledgehammer (?) station and then there was the gigantic tire station. Where basically you pick up a gigantic tire and flip it over. It reminded me of The Office episode where Dwight starts a "gym" in the basement, but it's all farm equipment. Which I actually kind of thought made sense, because farming is hard work.
I was feeling okay until about station 4. There were 3 sets of 10 stations. At one point I felt like I was either going to throw up or pass out. Luckily, I did neither, but it was a seriously close call. I had to just put my head between my knees and breathe for a little bit. Apparently people throw up at this boot camp a lot. Huh.
By the time we finished I was dying. I was drenched in sweat, had sand everywhere, and wanted to eat. But hey, at least I didn't throw up. It was actually kind of fun, in a weird masochistic kind of way. I think if I eat breakfast next time, it will help. Or I will just throw it all up....
But now I can watch the Superbowl and eat all of the Velveeta/Rotel dip I want. Also, has anyone else heard of this cheese dip? I mentioned it at work the other day and got blank stares. It must be a midwest thing. Midwestern readers, please confirm.
Eating cheese dip and icing my entire body,
*No, that is not her real name, obv.