A New Journey - week 1, part 2

Gung-ho, I'm ready to go!  A pre-walk to get things going.  My bootcamp partner wants to stretch before class starts.  The class today is about working our booty.  Nice. 

We sit.  We stretch.  We talk story.

People arrive, as well as our instructor.  Nice bunch of ladies; all ages and all sizes. 

Stretching wasn't as long as I thought.  We start with a jog.  I start of at a good pace.  (This is the first time I jogged in years!)  I was surprised I lasted as long as I did.  My highschool knowledge kicks in and reminds me how to maintain my breathing.  The 1-lap is over and I'm out of breath!  Yikes!

Next, 20 yards of walking lunges, gorilla walks, high jumps, and skips.  Repeat.  It's beginning to hurt and burn.  My muscles are getting weak.

I push through.  More lunges and squats.  In my last lunge, I over extend and FALL OVER!  (Man, do I feel lame!  No shame cuz I'm okay).  Ground work is next and I can actually do this.

The rest is a blur.  More runs, lunges, squats, etc.  I feel my quads more than my glutes, and more than my abs. 

The night progresses and I begin to move slower.  I toss in my sleep but still aware of the pain that is building.  I awake AND double-yikes.  I have a hard time standing out of bed.  I waddle to the bathroom and discover that it is even harder to sit on the toilet.  MY QUADS HURT AND I CAN BARELY WALK.

So I move slow throughout the day and decide that I can't go to class tonight, I can barely move.  Bending over is difficult.  Walking down my three stairs is difficult.  Walking up the stairs is just as hard.  Sitting IS HARD.  Standing IS HARD.  IT IS ALL HARD!

Day 2 - STILL HARD.  STILL feeling imobie.  FRACK!

Is it really necessary to urinate on the curb?

I guess this may be the only option for the homeless woman who wheels around Chinatown. Looking dirty and smelling really bad, she rolled pass me. What's the rush? Well, she had to pee!

Unfortunately, she decided to stop along a very busy roadway, get out of her chair, and squat off the curbside! Agh! When I looked down the road, cars had to change lanes just to avoid hitting her. The people standing at the bus stop accross the steet stared in disgust. Walking pass, "agh, the smell!" Really lady?

At the very least, go squat behind the bush! But no, you decide to showcase your lady parts, to everyone.

I am thankful I wasn't standing across from her, I may have just lost my yummy dim sum lunch.