I’m on my second week of boot camp, day three.
It’s kind of been a surreal experience because it’s so early. This is what I walk up to at 5:00 a.m.
That big ball of yellow in the upper left hand corner is a big street light….casting a weird haze over the darkness of the side street by the park where we work out.
I like it because I can barely make out the faces of those working out by me, which means they can’t really see me. And that gives me a lot of comfort. Because I’m fairly certain the sight of me working out isn’t that pretty!
Going from lunges into jumping jacks then to push-ups and crunches, basketball jumps, high knees and running sprints….I’m definitely pushing myself in ways that I haven’t in years. And except for the occasional glance up to my friend, Patti, for support or to the trainer for explanation (“you want me to do WHAT?!!) - I don’t chit chat. It’s not a social thing for me (which is weird because I make everything social).
From 5:00 a.m. – 6:00 a.m. on Tuesday and Thursday I concentrate fully on getting myself back to where I know I can be.
But it’s hard. Being there means and going through the motions is making me face the fact that I have let myself get so out of shape. When we have to run laps, I have to stop and walk to catch my breath. When we do push-ups I can’t finish them all. Even when we do jumping jacks (albeit a lot of them!) I can feel the pain in the arches of my feet.
It’s going to be a long road. I have a journey to take that I know will eventually need to include more than boot camp twice a week.
But this step in the dark is a start.
The beginning of good things to come.
Have you taken a step out of your comfort zone lately? Has it been scary? How do you feel after taking the leap?