I'm a Weeeener!!
apparently I'm SUCH a weener, the Fates have deemed it necessary that I attend Boot Camp... LA Boot Camp, to be exact.
Sunday, having hobbled 5 kilometers around the UCLA campus & feeling a little bit of a post-race fog come over me, I decided to enter a drawing for a one-month membership to LA Boot Camp. I don't really remember entering said drawing, WTF was _I_ thinking?? But last night on my way home from work, I got a call from The Lieutenant informing me that I had won... my reply? "Holy Shit, you're kidding me!" "Nope, but that language will earn you 10 push-ups in Boot Camp," squeaked The Lt. really? push-ups for a "holy shit"? hard to take her seriously when she sounded like she'd just sucked the helium out of half-dozen balloons. but, ok... I'll try to watch my language. I've seen The Major (he led us through a pre-walk warm up stretch), I don't doubt he'd be in my face demanding i drop and give him 20 should "holy shit" escape my lips and land in his ear.
Lt. Squeak asked if I wanted to redeem my winnings, over-enthusiastically explained how Boot Camp works, and then asked the question I was dreading, hoping, PRAYING she wouldn't ask... "So, do you currently work out?" Gulp. umm.... how do I answer this one without revealing my truly lazy, weener-ish nature.... "I used to have a personal trainer, but it's been awhile". damn... too much info. "How long has it been?" she squeaked. Double Gulp. uhhh... longer than I'd care to admit. "well that's OK, we'll assess your overall fitness and start you at a level that will challenge you but not over-exert you"... whew, dodged a bullet on that one. again, Lt. Squeak explained how the Camp worked, encouraged me to visit the website (something she did no less than 5 times in our 4-minute convo), and told me to call her when I wanted to start. Okey dokey, what's was your name again? "*Squeak* The Lieutenant". ok....
and so it is, that toward the end of next month, _I_ will be going to Boot Camp... three times a week after work, for an hour.
ooh rah.
Sunday, having hobbled 5 kilometers around the UCLA campus & feeling a little bit of a post-race fog come over me, I decided to enter a drawing for a one-month membership to LA Boot Camp. I don't really remember entering said drawing, WTF was _I_ thinking?? But last night on my way home from work, I got a call from The Lieutenant informing me that I had won... my reply? "Holy Shit, you're kidding me!" "Nope, but that language will earn you 10 push-ups in Boot Camp," squeaked The Lt. really? push-ups for a "holy shit"? hard to take her seriously when she sounded like she'd just sucked the helium out of half-dozen balloons. but, ok... I'll try to watch my language. I've seen The Major (he led us through a pre-walk warm up stretch), I don't doubt he'd be in my face demanding i drop and give him 20 should "holy shit" escape my lips and land in his ear.
Lt. Squeak asked if I wanted to redeem my winnings, over-enthusiastically explained how Boot Camp works, and then asked the question I was dreading, hoping, PRAYING she wouldn't ask... "So, do you currently work out?" Gulp. umm.... how do I answer this one without revealing my truly lazy, weener-ish nature.... "I used to have a personal trainer, but it's been awhile". damn... too much info. "How long has it been?" she squeaked. Double Gulp. uhhh... longer than I'd care to admit. "well that's OK, we'll assess your overall fitness and start you at a level that will challenge you but not over-exert you"... whew, dodged a bullet on that one. again, Lt. Squeak explained how the Camp worked, encouraged me to visit the website (something she did no less than 5 times in our 4-minute convo), and told me to call her when I wanted to start. Okey dokey, what's was your name again? "*Squeak* The Lieutenant". ok....
and so it is, that toward the end of next month, _I_ will be going to Boot Camp... three times a week after work, for an hour.
ooh rah.