Tough love

So I am signed up for another round of Runner’s Boot Camp, but I should be clear that it isn’t because I was missing it.  In fact, I might go so far as to say I don’t really like boot camp.  I don’t particularly enjoy the feeling of working a bunch of muscle groups to exhaustion, only to have them tremble uncontrollably when we move to the next set of exercises.  And I most certainly am not thrilled about being the slowest, chubbiest, most uncoordinated person in the class (you’re welcome, next most uncoordinated person).  Add to that the fact that it is in the evening (I’m a morning runner) and the half hour drive to get there, and I have the perfect recipe for a giant sigh on boot camp night.

So why on Earth am I putting myself through it again?  Well, simply put, I got a lot of benefit from it.  I was noticeably stronger and had better endurance.  Even my physiotherapist commented that she felt my body was stronger and more balanced.

She told me how I could maintain those gains if I didn’t go back to the class, and I thought: great – I’ll do that on my own time, and no more boot camp!  But as with anything you don’t particularly get a kick out of, I’ll bet you can guess what happened:  I didn’t do it.  Not once.  Apparently I need structure to get myself to do these things.  So let’s just say it’s a bit of tough love.

Besides, this time I found someone to go with.  And since misery loves company, who knows?  I might actually have a good time!