Being Nostalgic…

Wicked Winter Workout, was Wicked Wild FUN! Outside, fresh air… snow in the face, down the shirt, in the pants, what’s not to like about that?!

Going nostalgic here-

Once upon a time… all workouts were outside! There was no building to workout in. We worked out with the black flies, hot sun, and mosquitoes. We slathered our bodies with Skin so Soft, bug dope and sunscreen. Then as the sweat poured off our bodies, the repellents got in our eyes. It burns! But don’t rub because now you have mud in your eye. Then there were the days toughed it out, slapping ourselves silly, running and screaming as a bee chased us. Then you had to be careful not to squish worms under our hands, or on an ant hill, or worse on a pile of… watch out for dog bombs. We left Bootcamp with dirt and grass stains caked in our hands and knees. Grass and twigs stuck in places unmentionable and how the heck did that get there?! There was definitely no going straight to work (or anywhere!) without showering. GOOD TIMES!

If it rained, well… it rained and we were still outside adding a little mud to the mix. And guess what? You got wet, some days, very wet! As it got colder, that just meant you had more laundry to do. I think we should have ‘outside fun Fridays’, just to remember our roots (or trip over the roots…)

So, the winter workout was a BLAST! A great turnout… complete with snow squalls, chilly temperatures, and crusty snow.

Welcome to Bootcamp People, now crawl between the cones and lunge in the knee high snow. Drop down in the snow and get back up… 20 times! Drag a tire behind you, just an afterthought, being the first to make tracks, not the best plan. Run up ‘The Hill’, but first you have to get down to the bottom… without being steam rolled by your friend (whoops, didn’t quite get out of the way in time). We had tons of laughs, lots of ‘I’ve fallen and I can’t get up’ moments. Ok and maybe just maybe our ‘snowballs’ were a little bigger than our hands, because of course there was a little competition involved.

I went in to Bootcamp today with a big ol’ smile on my face as I revealed my ‘Wicked War Wounds’… the legs are all bruised up, and scraped up. I think I mortified the 9am Ladies. Even Nancy… But someone had to break the trail through the snow. That someone was me and Kathy (I haven’t talked to her but I bet we can compare scars this week). We attacked that Hill… rolling down it, and body surfing head first (is there any question where I’ve acquired any of my bruises). I wear them like a medal of honor, a right to passage. Oh you better believe I’m a die hard Bootcamper and love every minute of it!

I just won’t be entering any ‘best legs’ contests this week. Or maybe I will just to prove ‘tough is beautiful’ ! I don’t think they give prizes to ‘Numb-skull headedness’ but I take FIRST PRIZE!

Blog you later.

gretchen