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#4 - Juju's

To celebrate the completion of my last session of boot camp (thus the sweaty unattractiveness of me in the above photo), I drove on over to Juju's and sampled a Mr. Freeze. The lady at the snoball stand described it as a "light mint" flavor. I'd say not quite. It tasted more like a mojito, if mojitos were made of mint-flavored body wash with a slight sour aftertaste of synthetic "sour mix" rather than actual lime. The ice was top notch; the flavor, not so much.

Smallest Winner

Whew, first session of boot camp = DONE.

And the results are in. I won't tell you how many inches I lost, because lost is the opposite of win, and well, it's just my personality. I don't like to lose. I like to win.

I will tell you, however, that my waist is 1.5" SMALLER. Also, my hips are 1" SMALLER. Haha, take that waist and hips. You can both SUCK IT.

Am I bragging? YES I AM. Not in an "I'm better than you" kind of way though. Although I did get up twice to do the 5:30 A.M. class. And me waking up before the sun comes out is like, well, the sun waking up before the sun comes out. So lets just say I'm better than the sun.

I think I'll reward myself with a snoball. Or twelve.

Boot Camp: Days 1 and 2

I went into this knowing I'd be sore. I haven't lifted anything heavier than a manila file in the past year.

After 2 days of doing "dirty dogs," which are about as close to wholesome fun as they sound, and "skull crushers," which are misleading because your skull is actually the only thing not writhing in pain after doing them, I am indeed sore. Let me rephrase. I AM INDEED SORE.

Before yesterday's session started, my fellow bootcampers and I stood around verbally describing the various leg sorenesses we were experiencing after Day 1. Said pains ranged from "not too bad" to "I couldn't get up off the toilet this morning so I just stayed there all day." Then we were informed that, "Oh, yesterday was only arm day. Today is leg day." Wince.

You would think that if a 400 lb. Japanese wrestler could do it with ease, then little old athletic Suzie would have no trouble doing 6 reps of "sumo squats". Wrong. I got them all done, but not before my thighs turned to Jell-o. In fact, the people at Jell-o headquarters actually approached me at the end of the session to ask me to be their spokesperson. "Hi, my name is Suzie, and I'd like to share with you my recipe for Strawberry Sumo Squat legs. They're a crowd-pleaser at picnics and birthday parties."

All in all though, I'm keeping up pretty well and the only things I'm having real trouble with are the weights (see the 2nd sentence of this post) and the jogging.

Not sure if I've mentioned it before, but I SUCK at running. When you've got a 7 foot wingspan and legs that together are a quarter mile long, it takes a lot of effort to keep them reined in close to your body to achieve the proper jogging technique. That's where all my exertion goes and in turn I have zero endurance leftover for running. Also my torso is literally 6 inches long, so I'm pretty sure I have proportionately tiny lungs, which cannot keep up with any sort of distance jogging.

Today is ab day, which I conveniently get to skip out on due to a previously scheduled hair appointment. Let's face it, what's being in shape worth if I still have split ends and 2 inch roots? Seriously.

Tomorrow is cardio day. Stay tuned for the inevitable post on how my heart imploded.

I'm in shape. Round is a shape.

Back in my day (which was a Wednesday, if I had to guess), I was a pretty active little Suzie. I've played nearly every sport the USA has to offer (minus, of course, those silly Canadian "sports" like hockey and ice dancing - eh?)

It all started with softball (fast pitch, not that wussy-slow-pitch stuff) at the age of 5, then progressed to softball, volleyball, soccer (as goalie for the boys' team), soccer (on the girls' team), basketball, shot put, javelin, high jump and a partridge in a pear tree. And that was BEFORE 7 a.m.

Seriously, at one point in my high school athletic career, I would get to school 2 hours early to practice javelin throwing, go to school all day, go straight from school to softball practice, then straight from softball practice to high jump practice followed by a 2-hour nightcap of club volleyball practice. Suffice to say that I was no couch potato. Unless couch potatoing involved jumping backwards over the couch while successfully juggling a 5 pound bag of potatoes and singing the school's fight song.

All of that background data to lead to the point of this post: In the 12 years since high school, I have gradually morphed from SuperAthlete to Laaaaaaaazy.

When I first started college at LSU, I lived in the dorm furthest from civilization, thus requiring me to walk an average of 17 miles a day just to get back and forth to class. Plus, back then I was still IN MY TEENS, so time was on my side. When others gained the "freshman fifteen", I lost the "walk 17 miles a day twenty-five."

After my 2-year stint in Baton Rouge, I held a few jobs that required tons of action. From hauling 50 lb. mufflers around a 1 acre warehouse, to cleaning what seemed like 652,999 tanning beds a day, my activity level was still pretty high.

About 5 years ago, I returned to school. Although my new campuses at Delgado and UNO were not nearly as expansive as the oneat my previous college, I still spent my days hauling around a 30 lb. backpack up and down stairs, back and forth to my car, to and from work, etc. Plus I played volleyball at Coconut Beach 1 or 2 days a week. And I was in my TWENTIES, so time was still reluctantly on my side.

After graduating with my bachelor's degree in (who cares, I'm not doing anything with it anyway) in December 2008, I made a concious decision to do NOTHING. I didn't plan on being permanently sedentary, but if I wanted to come home from my job (where I sit all day) and transfer to my comfy velveteen sofa (and sit some more), then you better believe that's what I was gonna do. And I did. Often.

That was over a year ago. Now I'm pushing THIRTY. Time is not on my side. In fact, time likes to laugh at the way I look in tight jeans. Time stole my high metabolism and pawned it for fifty bucks. Time is a big meanie.

So I had a brilliant idea. Sign up for a 4 week fitness boot camp. HAHA! Time will surely laugh at that too. I start on Monday. Upcoming progress updates should be a hoot.

Optimism says I'll feel great and be full of energy and my blog posts will be full of ponies, skittles and sunshine.

Realism says I hope my fingers won't be too sore to type.