My previous life (the last 12 years of it anyway) always included running – even little bits – because of our outdoor boot camp program. It was part of my “job”. The lesson for me is: don’t stop moving across the planet! I took my job for granted and the awesome feeling “running” gave me is returning.
My Trainer encouraged me to just run OUT for 1 mile and then walk back to the start. Excellent advice for me (you might consider it for yourself if you are like me…just getting back to moving across the planet).
Today’s route was along a river (very peaceful) with spring colors popping out like Christmas lights along the way. I ran alone along this asphalt path thinking about the people in my life that are joining me on this little adventure of #ThursdayMile
I hope everyone that wanted to commit can make it happen and post a comment of at least ONE of the mile times they had (or an average).
Remember: this is just for you to improve yourself and NOT a competition with anyone else.
This week I had to stop myself from running SAVING it for my Thursday Mile. I was anxious to accomplish my mile today (so I think that worked out well). I did go to the gym inbetween but that’s not the same at all.
4/5/18 10:43, no poop pick up
3/29/18 11:34, 1 poop pick up
When you run a mile today, please share that you did it and if you want to include your time that’s up to you. Also, if you have any positive words to add that would be amazing.
I’m already excited to run next week!
BIKE RIDE 13 MILES
My friends Bill and Peter would include me in their trail bike adventures on a regular basis. Then Tracey started joining in and eventually we had a BIKER GANG I called The Little Rascals.
Randy and I spent one of the sunny days here on a long ride down the Jordan/Provo River on our mountain bikes (on a paved path) to explore what things looked like from our house all the way to Provo Lake! The path itself is covered with naked trees (which we expect will be exploding soon in color!) and there were plenty of people taking walks and running. I couldn’t take any pics of that or I would crash and land on people or in the river. Next time, maybe. The end is wide open where the airport (I wondered where it was!) is and a long dirt road. We rode it almost to the end. I caught video while there of the MILLIONS of toads croaking. It was magical!!
It was so pretty and I was thinking about my friends wishing they were with me enjoying it too.
So, on that note: HI GANG! I took these pics for you! I miss you all tons!!
Homes are being renovated beautifully here in Provo!
Ha…had to stop and take a pic.
Right near the lake.
Interesting place…not sure what it is.
A signage collection.
The bike path leads to the lake…the airport is between the path and the city.
Backstory: We met on E-Harmony over a decade ago bringing our families together. Two kids each.
Then there was that time at band camp where we decided to quit our cushy full time 6 figure jobs and open a business that we believed in. Both of our mother’s were battling cancer (brain and breast) so life with them along with our own children became a top priority. We were working long hours and pretty much OWNED by our employer.
Both Pat (Randy’s mom) and Mary (Sarita’s mom) pushed us to work hard and believed we could do this on our own…whatever we set our mind out to do. Both of us have held jobs since we were 14 and in looking back we both gave 110% to whatever the employer asked of us, if not more. We did not have the courage to jump into the Entrepreneur world individually but as a team we decided to go for it.
Randy’s mom had already passed on and my mom was on death’s door. She was able to understand that we’d made the leap and were starting our “own business”. I am so grateful she loved photography and was with us at our first Street Fair taking photos of our beginning. I am thankful she was able to see we got on the FRONT PAGE of our local newspaper announcing our camp had begun a fundraiser to fill the Simi Valley Library with the latest Health, Fitness and Nutrition books. She was extremely proud!
We had two full camp tours when we were called to the Extreme HQ’s to discuss the “agreement” we had signed to go into business with Linda. She took us out to lunch at a local La Canada steakhouse where she was well known by every person we met. Seated in a corner booth she told us we needed to “sign some papers”. It was a contract to be a Franchise. Thankfully Randy had already had experience with a franchise model and he began reading while Linda and I talked about how great our Simi boot camp was going, the locations and marketing needs and wants we planned. She smiled, nodded and excitedly agreed with me on most everything. Then we talked about our Thanksgiving Day boot camp where we raced a relay carrying a frozen turkey. She explained that she really did like the idea and in the future we’d just need to run it by her before doing anything like that. I got immediately confused because I actually did not understand what in the world she could be talking about “getting her approval”?
Randy had finished reading over the 3-inch stack of contract paperwork and pushed the binder to me to begin reading. I did not listen to their conversation, I read…every word. I have this irritating (to the sales person) habit of reading every word in every single document I’m supposed to sign after making some dumb moves trusting people when I was the General Manager at Panda Software.
I hit the section about costs and compensation. There was a $35,000 amount due to have the franchise. I interrupted Randy and Linda and asked about this $35K, “what does the $35K buy?” You see, at this point in time, EBC was a giant boot camp in La Canada California – known only by the local community. ZERO marketing or public relations had happened to make this business model known by Linda (or anyone she hired). While I, on the other hand, began writing for the local paper, sending press releases out on updates and covering our fundraising and community involvement with photos. As of our 2nd camp I had a website created (because Linda could not or would not) and we’d done newspaper ads (which I created using PAINT!!), mailers and we walked business to business MEETING people in our fatigues and announcing our program. So, when I saw that $35K I was again puzzled and confused.
“It’s for the name Extreme Boot Camp” Randy replied.
“What do you mean, ‘the name’?” I choked on my iced tea in reply and looked at Linda and Randy.
“Oh, you guys don’t have to pay that. It’s just for the future Franchises.” Linda assured us. “I love you guys and we’ll work it out.”
Linda, by the way, was at our WEDDING along with a few of her Trainers.
She, as well as her employees that did not have families to spend Thanksgiving with, were invited to my mom’s yearly Thanksgiving Feast. At this point I trusted Linda and believed she would make this happen. BUT after decades of experience in marketing and sales, her lack of action on helping us create the Simi Valley boot camp made me realize she did not know much about marketing and how it was crucial in building a business, let alone Public Relations. Businesses don’t build themselves.
I kept reading over the other expectations: full access to our personal computer, we would use her email system and server (my personal experience was sending her multiple emails and calling multiple times before getting an answer to a question on a regular basis and I assumed it was because she was busy creating the Franchises for EBC). We would pay her a percentage of our income. She would dictate how we would run the camp. I did not see this as being in alignment with what we quit our jobs to do but I didn’t say anything at the table.
We finished up lunch and lugged home the binder. I continued reading while Randy drove. He told me the story of the franchisee that had be allowed to not follow the same rules of the other franchises. The only person at risk in this is the FRANCHISEE (that would be Randy and Sarita) who would be hit with penalties, paying what was not paid and attorney’s fees. That freaked me OUT.
It was crystal clear: we needed to begin our own business and do it without Extreme Boot Camp. We made an appointment to get back to Linda and give her the news. For us we figured we would remain friends and help each other – we were 40 miles (and 40 minutes on a GOOD DAY) away…ONE WAY. There would be no risk at us taking her clients or business at all.
In her tiny office in La Crescenta we squeezed in a third chair to tell her our decision.
As Randy spoke she absorbed what we were saying. I was sitting in the doorway (there was no other space) and she was unable to leave the room. If she were able to I think she would have run out and begun screaming at us. Her face got very red and her eyes became furious. I was snot expecting this from someone that called themselves a friend. Someone that knew about our moms, our kids…I would have expected she would want the best FOR US. It seems I was very wrong on that assumption. We were screwing up some plan we did not know we were part of.
We left there with her angrier than a hornet AT US.
And that’s the start of our adventure as 805 Boot Camp! Yipeeeeee!!!
Sued in Federal Court for a variety of things but the courts show “Trademark Infringement”. The paperwork was 6 inches deep of all that we had taken from her. She claimed she had invented outdoor boot camp as well as certain exercises like push-ups.
We had to hire an attorney and like idiots we got one that knew NOTHING about this sort of thing. He was cool and we liked him a LOT but if you ever get sued for something seek help by an attorney that specialized in that area.
Our attorney told us we could easily fight this and quite possibly persevere but it would cost us a lot of money (and we did not have it). So we settled and paid her $15,000 plus attorney’s fees.
We had an explicit date to have absolutely zero Extreme Boot Camp essence on our business model. From the website to the apparel. We were not allowed to have a name that began with the letter E. We were not allowed to have black shirts. These demands were silly and as though we WANTED to be Extreme Boot Camp or mistaken as them, which we did not. If we did not comply 100% with the demands in the injunction we would be open to be sued AGAIN and pay for her attorney’s fees. The date we had to make was May 1st, 2007.
I got on that task immediately writing back and forth with our attorney proving COMPLIANCE to him. He helped with an extra set of eyes to make sure I was correctly moving forward.
Meanwhile, my mom was on her last days on earth. I was up doing camp then driving to the hospital in the Sunland area to see her. It was an AWFUL period of time and then I’d come home late and be crying all the time. I was also very sick with those blisters so couldn’t eat or drink much. I watched my mom die every day while working and trying to get the injunction complied with.
My mom died on April 29th.
On May 3rd we were served with 12 inches (NOT KIDDING) of paperwork that Linda’s attorney’s had printed from the website proving we had NOT actually removed all the remnants of Extreme Boot Camp. SHE WAS SUING US AGAIN.
The evidence she included were screen shots of photos, of SEO tags… our website (and I built it with the help of Go Daddy) still had crumbs of Extreme Boot Camp on it DESPITE the fact that I’d spent hours with Go Daddy being assured I’d complied with it. I kept meticulous notes of these tech support conversations because I was new to this world of web design.
Either way, my mom died and two days later Linda sued us. Cold, huh? I thought so too.
The prior months we had to come up with a new business name (that did not begin with the letter E so the acronym would not be EBC which was Extreme Boot Camp’s acronym). I went to the Simi Valley Town Center and personally surveyed 50-70 people describing our program and asking them what single word came to mind. Endurance. Nooooo!!! I could not use Endurance because it was the letter E.
I noticed the pride people of Simi had though. Coming from La Crescenta, Glendale, Los Angeles, Hollywood and Burbank I’d never been in a neighborhood where people were NICE to you. It was a point of pride. I was happy to leave the 818 and live in the 805.
That’s when I realized: we should be 805 Boot Camp. Again, leap of faith in an idea.
We hired a designer for our logo (I’ve got to write the story of this rip-off) and have a website built. We paid him $5,000 and got a rendering of our logo and THAT’S IT. Do NOT trust a guy named R. Grant Perry, Jr who had a business called Cre8v Planet with the address of 37 Langhorne Circle Newport News Virginia. He took our $5,000 and left us high and dry. I just now hunted the internet for him. He’s STILL claiming to do websites and probably ripping people off. What a jerk. What a LESSON.
We got our new logo (which I really like), printed our letterhead and shirts on every color but black.
Camps continued and we hired two Instructors.
But Linda wasn’t through with us just yet.
She immediately opened a storefront (which was a stipulation on that original Franchise) on Erringer (right behind El Torito) and staffed it during odd hours. We peeked in when they were closed once and saw a few stationary bikes and racks of weights – that was it.
One dark morning in Lemon Park we were running the dirt path and her campers purposely ran into (physically) our campers going in the opposite direction. That could have been bad but we’re not into fighting and shrugged it off. Clearly there was animosity being carried on by her employees and transferred to her actual clients! Crazy! It happened more than once, so we chose a different park.
Lessons learnt so far:
Do your own website and UNDERSTAND what is going on rather than believe what a tech support person tells you
Do not trust someone you believe is your friend…look at their actual actions rather than their words
Hire professionals with MEGA references to help you create in an area you are not knowledgeable in
Trust your gut on humans
Don’t give a dime to someone to work for you without seeing the results – if anything give them HALF.
The plan to keep our business open was looking more and more difficult.
We called a friend – a REAL friend – Joan Murphy-Contreras (know Byrd) who set us on the right path back to believing in our original purpose.
Despite dropping everything we knew to be stable for ourselves in 2005, we did.
And 12 years later we’ve got LOTS to share on what went great and what went south along with people you might trust and those you just cannot trust.
805 Boot Camp had its first camp and it was rocky and sketchy and we were worried about that damn law suit for years…nothing happened on it.
We moved on and it looks like she opened up 30 franchises!
On a whim I was taking design classes at Moorpark College with Svetlana Kasalovic and a student sitting near me in the lab noticed my 805 Boot Camp water bottle. We struck up a conversation and it seems her boyfriend had purchased THREE Extreme Boot Camp franchises and they were all doing awful with zero support on marketing and public relations. I felt bad for the girl and her boyfriend but there was nothing I could do.
She told me that the Simi Valley boot camp model was used as a way to close him on purchasing because it was so successful.
When I got home I looked up how many Extreme Boot Camp Franchises existed. They were ALL OVER Southern California. I took screen shots at the time but they’re on another external hard drive so I cannot be sure. I’d guess 20? WOW.
Her website was word-for-word a copy of our introduction. She started programs that matched our program (like our Low Impact Program). Her photos were the ones my sister took and she was asked to remove them (and she did). It was hard to not be angry about her behavior.
The law suit was never heard in Federal Court. That was 11 years ago.
Since then we have had a few other face plants and learning experiences getting our diploma from the University Of Hard Knocks.
We stuck to it and in the end we survived the attacks from her as well as the few other people that sincerely wanted to put us out of business.
I’m a believer in karma and I am pretty sure when they get served up it is going to suck big time.
The plan was a 30 minute workout. Quick and dirty.
Just to give all of us a little taste of the expectations (reality) of a Spartan Race. My awesome husband Randy decided to put a group together of willing participants for the Spartan Race happening in January 2017.
Willing is the first step, right? What are the remaining ingredients necessary? I think we found out as we had our asses handed to us in a kindergarten level workout.
Almost everyone showed up on time.
Those that were there before 4pm seemed to be the most dialed in to the plan.
We were instructed to wear long sleeve shirts, no jewelry and shoes with traction for mud/dirt. I got 2 of the 3 straight. Wore my newest pair of road shoes because I figured we would be road running. I was partially correct.
These things all work themselves out once you get a group rolling as we’ve discovered over the last decade. Randy is an expert at creating tough workouts that you can adjust to your fitness level. This was a different animal and it became obvious we would need to practice and work hard on our own.
I’m going to describe how it went in my opinion. I’m a cautious one with my new knees but after the past few weeks of successfully getting out of my box I was going to push myself a little further.
Like the scenes in the movies Stripes and Private Benjamin, we began our running warm up from the park down Arlington and back. I’d guess all of us are over 40, most of us over 50 years old. We need to take time to lube up the joints and muscles so dynamic warmup is a no-brainer.
It was a half mile out and back. My goal was to not stop at all, which I accomplished. That gave me a little boost in my own efforts.
You know how ducks gather and pick in the grass and dirt moving a lot, quacking and somewhat excitedly bobbing their heads up and down for feed? That was us. In a circle, Randy giving us the starting information (to which a few people just weren’t even listening). In a few minutes it was time to begin as just like ducks sensing the danger of an approaching predator we were off!
The Assignment today: warm up jog, 40 tire flips, 90 Spartan Quality burpees, bucket carry twice, two times through the bear crawl, military crawl (“it’s just like Spider Push-Ups” Eric pointed out) and log roll. Did I miss something?
Well, PERSONALLY, I think I heard more moaning and groaning on the log roll than anything. I had my plan if I, too, became dizzy after that station. Just “unroll”. It worked as a kid so it better work now.
It seems that once you become an adult you forget how to do the simple things we used to do as kids; like rolling down a hill, spinning each other in chairs until we can’t see straight, running across fields of grass without being concerned of gopher holes or tree limbs.
We were 15 minutes, I’d guess, into the workout and I could not believe how far I would have to go. These were baby level challenges and I was pretty cooked. I was also concerned that I’d split my pants on the burpees and made a mental note to wear different chonies just in case that actually did happen. Spartan is no place for thong underwear.
I stopped (or was it that I was just going so slow it would be considered a full stop) to catch my breath after my 7th burpee and looked around the beehive of activity. Pretty much everyone was drenched in sweat and openly stating how tough this was. I liked hearing that I wasn’t the only one dealing with gravity and age. Mark came up next to me to do his burpees when I got to number 20. He made it look easy, of course. Mark is in his 60’s and build like a brick shit house SOLID with muscle. I happen to know his body fat is lower than most everyone I’ve ever tested. He’s freaky strong. Here I was trying to do burpees next to Superman. I gleaned a little of his energy and his encouragement as I watched him perform his first perfect burpee. I’d been doing them wrong leaving out the HOP at the end. WTF.
I looked down at my Roxy’s Revenge shirt. I’d chosen this shirt on purpose. She is one inspirational woman I definitely could use some Roxy’s Power from. I added the hop to the remaining 9 burpees and picked up the pace a TINY bit. Mark was long done when I finished.
The stations were all booked up except for the bucket carry. I headed over trying to move quicker than before and catch my breath. It was a short distance through sand and that made it a little tougher. I got to my bucket and lifted it into my arms as instructed then surveyed the path. Through sand and up a small hill about 80 yards then back. Eric was on the return and made it look easy. I like Eric’s wit but didn’t hear any at this point. He, too, was dripping sweat carrying the bucket quickly. Strong. Man. Move. Fast.
I heard Randy behind me, “Good job Honey!” That gave me a little boost in my heart.
This is hen I realized what I was actually experiencing. This was reliving my childhood. There was always one friend that could rally and organize the fun outdoors and a pack of us would follow. It was just like that and I could see Randy having a blast (inbetween coughing fits that kept creeping in because he is dealing with bronchitis).
On my right I saw P1 and P2 working together on the tire flip and getting on each other’s nerves. Beyond the P’s was father Rajeev knocking out sloppy burpees absolutely drenched in sweat, Tina G was “bear” crawling, Dorothy was lugging a bucket, Shawna was log rolling crooked and headed out of the coned area, Bill was just lifting a bucket into his arms as though it was filled with feathers, Jaydee was just beginning the military crawl (and not that good at it). We were a combo of starting practices of the movies The Bad News Bears, Major League, Stripes and Private Benjamin.
The best part was no one was standing upright flat footed and relaxed. We were all in various states of action working at our own 110%.
Diane twisted her ankle but was there for moral support and got roped into keeping track of the assignment and along with Tracey they were encouraging (laughing) and helpful (pointing and laughing) while snapping photos of our various states of pain.
I’d just finished another round of bear crawling, army crawling and log rolling (and teaching Hilda about unrolling out of the dizzy) and headed over to the bucket carry for my second round when Diane shouted, “STOP!!!” That was the end of the 30 minutes and Randy gathered us together again. We looked like wet cats and were breathing a little harder. I was happy to stop (officially) and laid down on the grass. Jaydee set himself up nicely in the recliner/tire.
We all looked to Randy for “what’s next!?”
“OK, that’s all on the obstacles here. We’re going to do a few more over at the school playground. We’re going to practice hopping a fence. Remember, this is a TEAM activity and that means we get each other over the fence before we move on.” We stared at him. He stared back and took off running across the grass yelling, “follow me.” Jeff was on his heels immediately and I hurried to catch up.
I’d lost the button on my pants while doing burpees and they were slipping down. I had to hold them while actually running. I contemplated how I’d get over the fence and decided to try the one-hop-right-foot-touch-push-over method and land on both feet. Mentally I reviewed how great it would look as we ran up the embankment for a turn.
Randy was there helping get us over and beyond him Jeff stood watching probably concerned at the lack of fence-scaling skills a majority of his team was displaying. He stood akimbo and eyes wide.
I approached the fence on the right scoped out my section and put both hands on it hiking my right foot up to the top…I was halfway there when I remembered my past fence-scaling disasters all had to do with my shoestring catching on the top. I slowed my butt way down which was a big mistake. The inertia was gone and I was now straddling the fence keeping my hoo-hoo above it using what strength I had left in my arms. Crap. I looked down the fence at the other Spartans. Jaydee and Eric were busy trying to assist the gals over, all of them did the same thing as me. Randy was shouting encouraging words while trying to help and capture the moment on his phone.
I took a deeper breath and heaved my leg over the rest of the way and landed heavily. I ran over to help Shawna and Tina just getting in their way of dismounting. Note to self, not everyone needs help which is comforting! The last to approach the fence was Rupa, Rajeev, Preksha and Prerana. He’s a gentleman through and through and got his family over the fence becoming a step. Even with the step, Rupa is pretty short and it took a lot of her inner power to clear the fence. Raj got himself up and over and we headed down the hill into the school yard toward the monkey bars.
I heard Rupa say she tore her shirt. “Flesh wounds.” I thought to myself.
In the back of my mind I reviewed my apparel choices and what might be best on the big day. Definitely not shorts. Definitely not cotton. I was a little lost in my thoughts and missed the beginning of Randy’s next plan.
“…as long as you can or as many as you can. Three sets.”
We were doing pull ups or hanging. Randy had been doing all of the photo coverage and I took over so he could jump in.
The shorter campers headed over to the geometric dome. Once they all found their rung and began the hang they sincerely looked like monkeys, cute ones by the way. The sun was setting behind them and the conversation was yammering on about how unexpectedly difficult “just hanging” was.
Randy took the phone back and I began my assignment to just hang. I’ve tried doing pull ups and have yet to get one executed without assistance. I thought about that as I held on to the bar holding my feet off the ground. Counting to see how long I held on, the stinging began on my hands. 24…25…26…27 I’m out. I turned to try a different set of bars (as though that would make a difference). Jeff was across from me looking bored! How is that possible!? This was tough. He is 6’9″ so had to really lift his heels up for this to work. Since he was making it look easy, I tried holding my heels up higher but my hamstrings weren’t cooperating and I lost count cursing myself.
We’d all done our best and now it was time for the Grand Finale. The jungle-gym crossing. I got in line for my turn. Bill went before me and I watched his technique. Clearly it’d been a while since he had crossed a jungle gym and I was thankful there were no crocodiles or hot lava below. I held my breath hoping he’d get all the way across and at the 5th rung I shut my eyes because he was writhing all over the place, legs flinging left and right…it was not looking good for rung 5. With my eyes closed I heard everyone cheer prompting me to open them and exhale. Awesome.
My turn. I stepped up onto the foot rung for some reason. My arms reached way too far so I let my body drop hanging on tight trying to swing forward. It takes a bit of coordination to get the process moving and by the third rung I felt it kick in. The only problem was the skin on the inside of my hand was burning like acid had been poured on them and it took my mind off of the inertia I felt almost kick in. Three rungs from the finish I gave up and dropped. My fingers were locked in a curve and burning and I looked for Tina to commiserate.
Every one of us tried those monkey bars and I’d say we did pretty darn good for our first try. That concluded the training, WHICH WAS AWESOME, and we headed back to the starting location to clean everything up only to discover Diane and Tracy had done it for us!!
What I completed in the initial 30 minutes Bear/Army/Roll Bucket Carry 30 Burpees (only 10 with a hop finish) Tire Flip 20 times Bucket Carry Bear/Army/Roll 5 more Burpees
How I feel My knees are good.Mentally I feel excited to do this with the group of people signed up.
What I learned My army style pants were too heavy.
Pockets are a no-no. They were too snug to do burpees.
I love this woman Joyce. She made life fun when she was around and at the time I was already having fun…somehow she made it FUNNER (yes, it’s my blog and I can write funner…).
Today a brand new camper was embarking on her 2nd day. She was BEAMING happy and it reminded me of Joyce so I thought I’d pull out and dust off a journal of her experience where I work.
I’ve seen these types of progressive journals a few times. We did not know Joyce was KEEPING this journal until she’d graduated and presented it to us.
My additions are in [brackets]
In her own words:
This is a REAL LIFE daily account of camp by Joyce Gianera
Boot Camp notes, realizations and experiences for Graduation:
Showed up to BTO [Basic Training and Orientation] day slightly hung over simply because it was the last chance I knew I had to drink before starting the 6 weeks of pain and suffering. Don’t we all do that? “Oh I am going to start my diet next week so I am going to eat everything I love before then.” The timed mile just about killed me. When I learned what my true body fat % was everything all of sudden went into slow motion and the instructor sounded like the Peanuts teacher as she was explaining to me what it meant. I know what obese means but there was no way I was obese? Was I?
Oh my aching butt and hamstrings. Sitting on the toilet was an adventure. It was like the leaning tower of Pisa. You just hoped you were on target because once you started leaning back the next thing you know you were sitting down. It sort of made you want to holler “timmmmbeeerrrrrrrr”.
Discovered the hover. Hover? That sounds like a magicians trick. You want me to do what?
Learned to pee at least 10 times a day. All of a sudden your boss thinks you might have a drug problem because you are out from behind your desk on the hour every hour like clock work!
Corrigan [Corriganville] trail. Switch backs are supposed to help you deal with the steep incline of a hill. Heck I was almost on all fours just on the switch backs much less those other steeper inclines. Made it to the freeway and thought “wow that used to be me driving on the highway at this time.” Had a very cool sense that I was changing for the better. My first sense of self satisfaction.
Failure Friday. OMG. After everything else the whole week and then go..go..go..situps, push ups, run..run…run, throwdowns, hover, go..go..go..sprint uphill. Holy cow. It felt more like failure failure. Let’s just say physical coordination and balance was out the window later that night.
Running with weights. Huh? Do what? Has anyone run with 5lb weights in their hands before boot camp? Would you really do it after boot camp? I found that to be particularly boot campish.
Learned what a go back was. Struggled big time up the junkyard trail. 1 mile up. Made it, beautiful view and Randy says “enjoy your jog down”. Oh Guess that means I am supposed to jog down. So start jogging and all of a sudden I realize I can jog without needing an oxygen tank. I keep going and it’s still no problem. I start smiling, I actually get happy and make it down the hill in like 7 minutes and there… she… was. Sarita greets me saying good job. I’m all proud of myself and feeling good (having a slight “Rocky” moment) and she says “so what do you want to do now?” Now? But I just, I mean well I kicked butt? She starts to imply I should go back up the hill and I immediately blurt out ABS! I want to do abs. She says in the dirt? I said yes! In the dirt. See watch. One, two, three… (anything but that dang hill again) After 100 crunches of various types she says okay that’s it. Go back up the trail until you run into somebody. And she says “this is what we call go backs” all enthusiastically and happily. I start back up the hill swearing like a sailor in my head and saying I could care less what you call them, go backs are (#%@!()$^#%!@)*(*.
Became very familiar with the park. Enjoyed the park the first time I ran it. Felt okay the 2nd time. Dreaded it the third time. Instead of one lap it was two and after that it was the lunges and squats and double lunges and side kicks and back kicks and front kicks and oh yeah jog back to your mats.
Learned Dee’Dee’s and Turbos and never thought my arms or my legs would ever recover.
Plyo what? Plyometrics? Sounds like an advance math class or perhaps another country’s measuring system not a form of exercise. I think I shook my stomach loose from all that jumping.
Muscles not completely sore and no more leaning tower of Pisa. I might be able to do this…
Learned the turkish stand up? [Turkish Get Up] How in the world did they find that exercise? At first you think no problem and then you try it. Keep your arm straight they keep saying. It has to be one of the most unique exercises I have done. Very cool and very difficult.
Due to the heat becoming unbearable you oddly discover working out at 5:30a.m. is not as bad as you previously thought.
Lunges are one thing but uphill lunges? Uphill lunges with pushups? What?
You find yourself noticing your surroundings more and catch yourself thinking hmmm this would be a cool place for boot camp. Randy would enjoy doing a boot camp here. I happened to be standing in the middle of a walnut tree orchard… What is that?
Was able to run a half mile without stopping. Very, very stoked about that.
Suddenly find yourself spontaneously smiling. Out of nowhere. It is an odd yet enjoyable experience. Then the car stereo volume starts to get louder then what you used to listen too. Then you find yourself actually dancing and singing while you are driving. You become completely unaware you are doing it until the person driving next to you gives you a weird look. Hmmmmmm…I think boot camp is getting under my skin….
Was able to improve my two minute sit ups to 41. I started at 14. I surprised myself. I like surprising myself. It is fun. I started to think hmmmmm I wonder what else I can do???
Went on a couple of long runs this week at the library. Was really hoping we wouldn’t run that much since we had Rocky Peak this week. Yeah right. But even though I was tired I faired well on the runs. Again surprising myself. My body seems to be on a path now and the mental part of working out is finally becoming easier. All I have to do now is start my body moving forward the rest takes care of itself. Rocky Peak was not as bad as I thought. This seems to be a recurring theme. Whatever seemed difficult the first few weeks of camp no longer is. I think it is time to adjust my attitude a little and start thinking not only can I do the hikes but that I should start pushing myself to jog a lot more.
Got to Rocky Peak early for the hike on Friday and decided to head out in an attempt to make it to the top. Oh boy was that a challenge. I got to the last part which of course was all uphill and thought there is no way I can make it to the top and get back in time to catch up with the group. But then, I think as soon as I get back the first thing everyone is going to ask is did I make it to the top? So I decide to just go a little ways and see how I do. I make it a qtr of the way and stop to suck in air and think there is no way, I have to turn around but then I still had about 10 min to spare so I think well I’ll just go 10 min more and do my best. I get half way up and stop so my legs could recover and I think there is no way I can make it. Time is up. But then what would I say to everyone? Oh I almost made it to the top? I was half way up already but I was out of time so now I decide I have to absolutely make it to the top and had to double time it to get there. Huffing and puffing I make it, I wave to no one in particular, I let out a little holler and start jogging down. I jogged as much as possible the whole way back in an effort to catch up to my fellow boot campers. I finally caught them and sure enough the first thing out of their mouth was “did you make it to the top?” Yes I say. Laughing out loud and inside. Yes I made it to the top. Me and all of my mental gymnastics. Boy was I tired the next day but still was chuckling about dragging my butt to the top.
Note to self…become more familiar with new mountain bikes before heading down steep terrain for the first time in years. Do yourself a favor and remember which is the rear brake and which is the front brake. It will prevent you from doing a 360 over the front handle bars off the side of the trail down the slope of the mountain on an $1800.00 demo bike. LOL!
Lunges with weights and then pushups was tough. I think Randy called them 50-50’s? 50% of it was tough and the other 50% was tougher.
Start to focus on camp goals and get a little nervous. Only two weeks to go. Where did the time go? They warn you it is going to go fast but boy it really did.
Definitely feel my body changing. It is actually firming up. It is an awesome feeling. I couldn’t sign up for the next 6 weeks fast enough. LOL!
Long Canyon trail run was awesome. The three mile loop was a perfect challenge for my fitness level. I loved that trail. Note to self, just because the entire camp works out together (4th of July) it doesn’t mean Randy and Sarita lose their focus and execute a simple class that perhaps, maybe might be easy… Quite the contrary. We worked out hard on the 4th of July. It was very patriotic and fun though so I was happy with it.
Oh my god it is the last week. Did I do enough? Have I worked hard enough to get the real results? Panic…panic….panic…. Learned the crab walk today. 6 weeks in and still we are doing new exercises. You have to love that, however, I did not love the crab walk. It loved my buttocks but my buttocks did not love it. Ouuuucchhhhhhh. Put a band around my ankles and do what? Uphill? I have to say I was a little crabby after that one. (just for 10 seconds).
Ran the Reagan Library driveway. On the way down I kept thinking there is no way I am going to make it back up before class is over. I finally started back uphill and surprise, surprise I went up that thing like butter. I realized how much I benefited from all the trail running we have been doing. Being able to dig my shoes into concrete while going uphill was a pleasure compared to slippery trail hills. I cranked it. Yes!
Had my first light boot camp workout. Okay it was the day before graduation and we were saving ourselves for the testing in the morning but still it was such a treat to spend time really focused on proper stretching. It will be another 6 weeks before I have another light boot camp session. That’s okay. I am ready now.
Find yourself driving around with a slight attitude…You lookin at me? Don’t mess with me. I’m in boot camp now and I can throw down. LOL! What is that about?
Graduation Day. Wow. Write my last notes in my Food Journal at 5:15a.m. and they are: “I did it”. I start heading into the B.T.O. room with confidence and excitement. I can’t wait to see my results. I absolutely killed it. I am actually still in a fog over all the inches I lost in just 6 weeks. I can’t quite believe it. Randy and Sarita run an outstanding, professional, focused, fun boot camp. It couldn’t be more perfect for me and I am truly grateful. I am looking forward to writing notes for the next tour. I think I might be a lifer…. LOL!
Joyce had incredible results from her first boot camp.