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First bootcamp ever.

Yesterday I found my myself waiting at a park for the instructor and classmates of what would be my first bootcamp. Over the course of 50 minutes my worst fears turned into mini triumphs.

In my history of workouts I've never seen myself at a bootcamp. Why would I want someone to tell me what to do, things that are not pleasant? Yell at me when I'm behind, I mean, I already make myself feel pretty bad when I fall short of goals. I'm not even comfortable running with my husband, let alone a whole group of strangers.

Yet there I was with two other ladies and our instructor. The bootcamp is ran by the same people who offered the yoga class I did in March, these people live in my building as well. They are really nice and supportive which finally convinced me that I should try bootcamp.

We started out with a warm-up, a light jog that ended with climbing the "Glenora Hill", therefore this "warm-up" was pretty close to my workouts. A few minutes to stretch out and a walk across the park we got ready for a timed run - one mile, as fast as I can.

I did the mile in less than 10 minutes! I think I walked for a total of 2 minutes, I'm so impressed that I was that fast. We're going to do it again in 6 weeks to see our improvement.

Next - 15 minutes to climb the "Glenora Stairs". As soon as I learned that the class was going to be held at the park by those stairs, I knew I'd become more familiar with them and I did not look forward to it at all! I was scared to start class. I have no idea how many steps there are but they seem to go forever. I made it down and up 4 times. I was last, but not far behind the others... it seemed so hard as I was climbing them, my legs getting weaker and weaker by the step... but when it was all done it didn't seem so bad. I'm looking forward to finding out how much I'll improve.

Class ended with a few ab exercises, stretching and picking our Challenge. Something to do for 100 days - I picked push-ups, so yesterday I started with 1, today 2, 3 tomorrow... etc.

There was no yelling. I was always last but not too far behind. There were high-fives and "you're making good time", smiles and even though I felt like the odd one out among the runners that are my classmates, I now can say I actually look forward to Monday.