Short Fat Girl

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Jumping My Way?

Last night, around 3:00 AM, a pretty big storm hit our area. My oldest dog Jack, is terrified when it comes to storms. He is so sensitive, I think he can tell when a storm crosses the Alabama – Georiga state line. Anyway, I woke up this aournd 3:00 to find Jack sitting on the top of my head shaking like a leaf. Poor Jack was a nervous wreck and, when Jack is a wreck, nobody sleeps until he does. Finnaly, I was able to doze off for what seemed to be only 5 or 10 minutes when the alarm clock went off at 5:00 AM. I immeadiyly turned over and fell back to sleep and about 15 minutes later, Kristy woke me up again. I got up and scurried to the window to see if it was still storming out. As my luck would have it, the sky was clearing up. I was so tired that all I wanted to do was go back to bed and to sleep for another couple of hours. I starteed having arguments with my self that I needed to sleep. My body wasn’t used to this and it needed more rest. Then guilt sunk in. All I could see was my fellow campers standing around waiting for me and angry because I stood them up. So, I got up, got dressed and headed out the door leaving Jack sleeping in my spot.

We started our workout with our ususal warm up run to the park where I kept a pretty good pace. Still last, but I ran more than I walked today. Once we got down to the park we all lined up and started jummping up and down the parking lot. If I was a bystander, it would look like a easter bunny practice. The jumping was followed by skipping and then jumping rope.

Now, if you ever watch kids jump rope on a playground, they all seem to be having a pretty good time at it. This was not the case for me however. I could not jump rope to save my life. I would maybe get two or three rotations going before i tripped on it. Most of the others were looking like Rocky Balboa in trainig with there high speed jumping. Because I spent most of that time stopping and starting, I chose to just drop the rope and jump up and down with the others.

After we finished jumping rope, we had to jump backwards to where we started and then skip back to the grass. Once we got back to the grass, we would do series of pushups, situps, crunches and what ever other forms of torture the instructors could come up with.

After we did several rounds of this, we did our cool down stretching. Then, the fun part started. We had to run back to the school. The first part of the run is all up hill until you get to the street. That hill always seems to get the best of me and I end up walking to the top. Once I got to the top and back on the street, I started running again. At this point my legs felt like I had heavy bricks attached to them. It took everything I had to keep moving. I could see in the distance my fellow campers high fiving each other and starting to gather there things to go home. That’s when I kicked it into high gear and ran as fast as I could to the end. It was an awesome feeling to finsh that way. Yes, I was tottaly exhausted, but I was ready to take on the day after that.

I’m so glad I didn’t listen to myself and stay in the bed. After all, it’s only an hour. I can do anything for an hour.

Updated: April 21, 2011 — 1:51 PM

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