Last night I attended my fourth of thirty-six boot camp classes for which I recently signed up. Just thirty-two to go!
Every other session is devoted to strength training. I almost threw up during my first one. Last night was my second.
After I struggled with my barbell, wobbling it side to side during pulsing bench-presses (high five to my spotter), I told the instructor, “Hey, I didn’t have this much weight last time.”
Which is when I really realized that this wasn’t my mom’s Jazzercise class, when she replied without sympathy and said, “So?”