Adventures in fitness. Or how I spend three days a week with a women obsessed with push-ups and lat dips.
A few weeks ago I signed up to a do a Bootcamp program. At 5:30am. In the morning. Before the sun comes up.
When I told Mark, he spit up coffee on his shirt. Then started laughing. After he realized I was serious he patted me on the back, gave me a smirk and said, good luck. The first morning the alarm went off he kneed me in the back and said, that's yours. What he didn't say was: have fun, sucker!
So far it hasn't been too bad. The getting up at 5am thing. The week I had to take off from camp and spend in the Chiropractor's office on the other hand, not so much.
A few weeks ago I signed up to a do a Bootcamp program. At 5:30am. In the morning. Before the sun comes up.
When I told Mark, he spit up coffee on his shirt. Then started laughing. After he realized I was serious he patted me on the back, gave me a smirk and said, good luck. The first morning the alarm went off he kneed me in the back and said, that's yours. What he didn't say was: have fun, sucker!
So far it hasn't been too bad. The getting up at 5am thing. The week I had to take off from camp and spend in the Chiropractor's office on the other hand, not so much.
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