Cappy has signed us up for "Boot Camp." Apparently we're paying Coach Joe to wring us into shape twice a week beginning at 7.15 a.m. Originally, we had signed up for the 6 a.m.-7 a.m. boot camp session. This was changed for obvious reasons. Surely it will be good to completely shock ourselves into shape, yet I feel--or rather I think I'll feel --about boot camp the way I feel about drinking tequila. I hate the experience of it, but love what it does for me.
I imagine Coach Joe to be about 5'7, stocky, with a stride that keeps his buffed arms out in front of him, and a face like a catcher's mitt. He'll be wearing a tank top and polyester gym shorts--when we meet him he'll nearly break my hand with this "how YOU doin?" grip, while he checks our name off on his clipboard. Cappy will be all smiles bouncing up and down, stretching. I'll be cursing to myself, wondering how anyone could pay to be boot-camped so early in the morning...
We'll feel all worked out and refreshed by 7.00 a.m., terrific and ready to take on the day. Birds will sing a little louder, kids will seem a little happier, food will taste a little better... Of course this is said with the tone you hear in this posting. A tone between cynically thrilled and mildly amused.
Tequila shots here I come...
2 comments:
all I can say is -- "boot camp" is a total misnomer...this morning was fun!!! I found myself really enjoying doing an hour's worth of work-out with someone who could lead the way, had great energy and -- as a trainer essentially -- knew completely what he was doing!!!
so -- ok, my body may be sore now, but my spirit is refreshed!!! - cappy :)
OK, but will we still feel this way 8 weeks from now?
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