Boot Camp- Post Mortem

So my last class was Friday and what was the end result?

According to the weigh-in (which I was a titch nervous about), I lost five pounds (my goal) and my body fat percentage went down by 1.7%- which is pretty awesome (for someone my height who is merely overweight according to the BMI measure) over four weeks.

Sure, some guys can knock off five pounds not drinking beer for a week but this is a huge accomplishment for me.

I kind of miss getting up at 5am to hit the gym for the one hour kick-my-butt session. I didn’t sign up to continue because I am off to Mexico next week and it is a wee bit pricey.

But what is the price of my health and fitness?

Will I be able to maintain my current level of fitness by myself?

Of course that would require me not to spend all my off hours on the couch watching t.v. or reading and eating chips with a generous side of Heluva Good French Onion Dip.

Yum.

My intention is to go through a range of calisthenics when I get home tonight- after having walked home of course. I recently read an article about the benefits of breaking up your daily workout into two sessions (it has something to do with less fatty marrow and stronger bones- a concern at my age) so I may just try that.

The real concern is whether I’ll be able to maintain the level of intensity without the social pressure of keeping up with the group (humiliation is a huge factor) and the sense of accountability (guilt and shame) associated with being yelled at by the trainer.

There is something very appealing about surrendering to the instruction of someone for an hour. No thinking required- just do it and push it to the limit.

You don’t go on auto pilot but you are so narrowly focused on the particular task being set before you, the muscles that are burning, the sucking noise that is your attempt to get more oxygen into your system, wiping the sweat burning your eyes as you try for just one more rep.

One of my friends has done this particular boot camp and she started again with this morning’s session. We joked that the cardio is actually the rest period.

So true- despite the fact that I normally hate the cardio portion of the program, I learned to welcome the respite.

I will go back- I am sure of it. You may feel like crap while you are in the middle of it but when you make it to the end of the hour you really do have a tremendous sense of accomplishment. And when you start noticing the changes- I noticed it first in the strength and shape of my legs and then later in the number of push-ups I can now do- can we say addictive?

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~ by angryegg on February 7, 2011.

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