Last night I slept in my workout clothes, yup my husband laughed too.  I figured it would be best not to have to get dressed on one of the coldest morning this fall.  I woke up all night long thinking I should get up.  1:45; 3:20; 4:45….seriously, don’t you hate that?

I get there this morning, we do a brief warm-up and then the leader says, “Okay gals, lets head to the track!”  Uh, the track? Really?  Didn’t I explain my current fear of running/jumping?  The goal she says is to maintain a pace two laps.  But somehow, I probably wasn’t listening, after the second lap she says we are doing a mile.  A MILE??  I haven’t run period since I crossed the finish line at the White Rock Half almost exactly 2 years ago.

I survived the run and actually impressed myself.  Go me.  Then we do some band work….shoulders (ugh – i just did shoulders, chest and tris Saturday).  Then she says “pony up.” I’m looking around like, “Huh?”  And a gal puts a band around her waist and says, “Hold on.”  This almost killed me.  After running a mile now I’m holding back another person running and then I have to run while that person holds me.  Thought I was going to die right there.  Repeat the bands and running three times.  Seriously, yall, at the end of the third I thought I was going to puke.  FOR REAL!

I’m still trying to collect myself and its off to walking lunges with weights…this lady doesn’t want me to survive, I’m sure of it. Following the walking lunges we work on core (praise the LORD most of it was lying down!).  Stretch and DONE!

I’m not lying when I say if I hadn’t already paid I may not be going back!  I.am.beat! Just kidding, I would go back.  I said yesterday that I hadn’t been going all out…today I went all out and it felt great. I miss that feeling (okay, not the almost puke feeling but EP would totally say its a good thing). I have ten more sessions until they have a holiday break.

The cool thing was, I came home and got all showered and dressed before the kids were even up.  BAH!  What an awesome feeling!!   I have the whole day ahead of me and working out isn’t staring me in the face.  Nice!

Off to track my food (I may try to figure out how to post that on this new blog like I had on a previous, but not sure how I want that….), wrap presents, clean the house, finish the laundry….the sky is the limit today folks!

So, why am I anxious?  I think we all know when we haven’t been going all out, right? I’ve been hitting the gym, working up a sweat, for three weeks now (ever since Starlet was able to go).  I wake up feeling sore and such, but I know I haven’t been going as far as I can.  I know that this boot camp, even if its “easy,” is going to be hard for me after my 1 year break from working out.  I’m fearing running and jumping the most. Any woman who has given birth totally understands this fear.  I plan to go prepared.  :P

I have run a half marathon and don’t remember feeling this anxious (well, until I hit the start line).  Anyway, I plan to update on how its going, but for now I wanted to journal my anxiety of such a small thing.