I hate you. I hate your cute little smile, your engaging personality, your muscular little body, your exercise mats, your exercise balls, your stupid lunges, your ridiculous circuit, your dumb dumb bells, and even your your cute little laugh. Yep, it is safe to say, I hate everything about you and associated with you! I hate how I wake up four times before my alarm goes off to make sure I did not sleep in for boot camp. I hate how it takes as much energy to get out of bed as it does to run that damn long circuit run of yours! I hate how I cannot for the life of me balance on one of those stupid exercise balls. I hate how my abs quiver while trying to hold the plank position! I hate how slow your watch times out each station. I hate how my quads burn as I try to complete my squats. I hate how the hopping up the stairs on one foot terrifies me. I hate that you are so nice, friendly and encouraging. I hate it. I hate it all.
But what I hate more is how much I need you and your silly boot camp. I need it badly! And underneath all the hate is respect, and a bit of love. After all the hard work, I love how my achy body feels. I love how I feel stronger. I love having a bit more energy through the day. I love that my diet is slowly lining up with my new commitment to exercise and loosing weight and feeling better about myself and my body. I love that I am doing this for me. I love that if I keep working the pounds will come off, my self image will improve and I will feel better. I love that my children see their mother taking control of her situation and trying to live well. I love the possibility I may one day get into my pre-three-pregnancies pants!
Sarah, please do not take this personally. And please, keep doing what you are doing - your encouragement, support and crazy, ever-challenging circuits are awesome! You and your boot camp rock! But I still hate it all!
Thank you and see you Thursday morning, bright and early!
A sore, tired, boot camp participant!