Get down and give me twenty!

I started a new workout class this week:  Runner’s Boot Camp.

If, like me, you have never done a “boot camp” class before, this particular one is an interval workout of 60 seconds of stress, 30 seconds of rest, about a billion times.  Each of the drills was chosen because it targets a particular running motion or muscle, the idea being to build strength and improve form.

When I arrived, I got a lovely warm welcome from two ladies who had been to camp before, Sharon and Wendy.  Their tip to me was this: David, the instructor, is really fit, so don’t be intimidated by his pace, just go your own pace and you’ll be okay.  I listened to them, but found myself trying to keep up with his wild “onetwonetwoonetwo” in spite of myself, with the result of not being able to complete the full 60 seconds a few times.  Oh, and I don’t know if I will ever be able to jump that high.

I’m not 100% sure how I feel about it yet.  I mean, it’s a workout, and I don’t expect a workout to be easy.  Having said that, this workout was really hard.  In the middle, I heard myself think “I don’t think this is for me!”  But then, the end seemed to come very suddenly, and I found myself very surprised that I survived.  The fact that I made it through was encouraging!

Now, a few days later, I have to say that I didn’t experience as much delayed-onset muscle soreness as I expected, but I did hurt in a few places I didn’t really know I had.  Seriously, this one spot I thought was a fatty deposit must have a muscle in it that I have never once in my life used, because it hurts now.  Who knew?

Ultimately, I am sure this will be good for me, so I plan to give it a fair shot.  I can’t say I enjoyed the first night, but hey, not every workout can be running!