Fitness Boot Camp Day 2
Holy crap. HOLY CRAP! I'm dead. I could hardly walk out of the gym without my knees buckling. No more walks with Kona on the days I have these classes. We had to walk around this median thing three times. Any other time I would laugh at it. But he had us carrying fifteen pound metal rods. After doing squats, feather kicks, and ever other leg exercise known to man, I can't even sit on the toilet without yelping.
It can only get better.
It can only get better.