My Heart Still Beats...

Day 4:
Today was interesting. Our original trainer is on vacation for a couple of weeks, so we had a new guy.

Camp is held in an enclosed gym behind the house of one of the participants. They built it as a huge horse stable, and then decided horses were too dangerous with kids around, so they enclosed it and turned it into a gym. It has a full basketball court, as well as extra space big enough for a batting cage. When I got there this morning, the other 4 ladies were standing in the yard and the new instructor wasn't there yet. But it didn't last long. By the time we were at the door, he pulled in.

He's definitely not as cute as the first...and I know I'm not there for THAT, but come on!! Being that it's so freaking miserable, it would be nice to have a little eye candy, know what I mean? :)
He has muscles, but he's tall and lanky...reminded me of Mr. Goodbody.

He had us start by skipping the length of the gym and back...3 times. And of course...not regular skips, but skipping with our knees as high as we could get them. Have you ever seen me skip? Even the sports bra doesn't hold the girls down! So I'm skipping, and holding the girls down, and skipping back...and breathing. I keep forgetting to breathe! I've never had that problem before, but I've never worked this hard before either.

After skipping to my freakin' Lou *smirk*, we did bicycles...on our back on the floor. Except while our feet were peddling (6" off the floor!), our upper body was doing crunches. Guess who was pretty good at this?? Don't ask me why....I guess years of overeating made a good stomach muscle. After another couple of exercises, the slave driver made us jog! We had to jog to the other end of the gym and back...3 times. When we got back to our spot, he had a new exercise for us to do with the weights...and then jog...3 times.

This went on for the whole hour. And of course the other ladies were just chit-chatting away, enjoying their workout, talking about how fun it is. WTH?!?! Would ya take a look at the fat chick and have mercy?? Maybe one day I'll think it's fun, but today it sucks!!

There is one lady who is very supportive and keeps saying things like,"Keep it up..you're doing great....only a few more....how ya doing....okay?" It's nice that somebody seems to care. Usually when the fat chick is working out, the other people give her glances as if to say,"I can't believe she's doing this! "....almost like we don't belong there. But then there are the looks that say,"She's gonna die any minute!". Meehhhh. I won't die, if you won't look at me that way!

I'm proud to say that after class, I walked with the ladies...a full mile today (at least that's what it measured in the car).

Today I'm believing the more I work, the less sore I am. I'm believing I've lost a little this week...a little weight, a little sweat, a little body mass.

Just believe.