I try very hard to keep everything I write on an upbeat tone. After all, who wants to read a lot of crap from a Debbie Downer? Today, however, I had a really hard morning and was extreamly frustrated that I didn’t seem any better at things than I did on day one. Granted, its only been a week, but for some reason, I had delusions of grandeur that I was at least going to be able to keep up with my fellow campers.
Unfortunately, boot camp really kicked my butt today. In fact, today seem to be harder than any other day so far. So hard, that at one point early in the workout, many evil thoughts were racing around in my head. The biggest of them was “what have I gotten myself into?” I was literally fighting with myself to keep going. It took me at least 30 minutes before I could get a handle on my pain and breathing. The pain in my legs was so intense that I could barely walk let alone run.
Then, one thing kept coming to mind. 8 pounds, 8 pounds, 8 pounds. That is what gave me the jolt I needed to keep me moving. Even though I wasn’t performing the exersices as gracefull as everyone else, the point is, I kept moving and before I new it, my hour was up.
When camp was over, I went back to my car and sucked on my water bottle for a bit. As I sat there and thought about the workout and how upset I was that the thought of giving up even crossed my mind, I thought of a quote by one of my favorite authors, Dan Millman. “When running up hill. it’s ok to quit as many times as you wish… so long as your feet keep moving.”
I think that is what happened to me today.