Boot Camp Update: I’m not dead yet
I think I am the least coordinated person I know. When I attempted to learn to play tennis, I got really good at “fetch.” Someone invited me to sub on an inner tube water polo team – once. The rule when playing volleyball in the neighbour’s pool is the person to hit the last ball out has to go and get them all; I spend more time on the deck than in the water.
I knew this when I took up running. Running was great – just one foot, other foot. Thankfully the opposite-arm thing comes pretty naturally.
Then, as you know, I decided to try a Runner’s Boot Camp.
4 weeks later, I am happy to inform you that I’m not dead yet, and I am fairly certain that they aren’t actually trying to kill us after all. I am not nearly as sore as I was after the first workout, and I think I am actually getting better at a few of the exercises.
But the coordination thing is still haunting me. There is this one thing that we do (well, everyone else does) where you hop on one foot, then kick out front with the other. It looks straightforward. Everyone else seems to be able to handle it (granted I am not paying attention to them since I am concentrating so hard). But for the life of me, I cannot get this right. It is so beyond me that I don’t even know what it’s called. For 60 seconds I try, then I stop and watch again, then I hop, I try to kick, I watch some more, and I will that minute to hurry up and finish because I think I must have 3 legs or something.
The great part about that is, I have actually grown to not hate things like burpees, tuck jumps and mountain climbs so much because, trembling quads aside, at least I can do them!