Few laps around the field, straight into squats. Feel the burn. Then some lunges with side squats in both directions around the circle in the center of the field. Boot camp was once again a mix up of the typical in new and unusual ways. Sprints, jumping jacks, crunches, scissors, plank.
Our trainer, is very happy go lucky, but not too over the top. I would even call her mild mannered. She balances us with just the right amount of pushing. There are the occasional whistles, but only for drills. She never screams at anyone, or puts people down. She is definitely not a boot camp drill Sargent type. I was beginning to think I liked her, a lot. I even contemplated seeing if she would work me out in the gym, so I could get a routine going on the weight machines.
About 45 minutes into our hour long session, our trainer called us over for some hills. Basically we partner up with someone, while one person is running up and down the hill, the partner is doing core strengthening exercises on the sideline, we switch when the hill climber returns to the field.
Today we were asked to do push ups on the side line while our partner did the hill. Push ups are a big part of boot camp and I literally ached in my chest and shoulders for days after my first week. The ache is still there, but not as intense.
While I was dropping and giving push ups my best shot...
IT caught me off guard and threw me for a loop straight out of left field and hell maybe into Kansas.
Our trainer, my mild mannered trainer, made fun of me and my push up technique. And even went so far as to jump down next to me, show me what I was doing, just enough to grab other's attention, and make me feel about a half inch tall. Or smaller. Yeah, put your thumb and first finger together so a piece of paper could barely fit in there and that's about how big I felt.
Now may I remind you, boot camp for me is not about my ego. I fall right about in the middle of class, on a fitness level. I know damn well, I have a long way to go, to feel strong, stable, and accomplished.
I always knew push ups were a weakness of mine. I do the bent knee variety. My upper body is about half as strong as my legs, it's just my body type. I'm all legs, strong legs may I add.
During my lovely, called out, making fun of my push ups experience, I mentioned to the trainer that push ups are a weakness of mine and I have no idea what I am doing. A cry for help. But she didn't bother to take a moment and help me or guide me through my obviously flawed technique.
As my partner returned on the field, way later than I needed her, I jumped up. Ego bruised. Maybe even fighting back a pout in my lip. I tried to brush off what happened, but it just left me feeling hurt. Feeling like, I should just show her and walk off the field. But I didn't, I stayed. I participated as strongly as I could for the last 15 minutes. With much less zest than I would've had, if I wasn't oh, I don't know, kicked while I was down.
Thursday should be interesting.
Wouldn't you know, I clicked on MizFitOnline (who just commented a day ago on my blog) and she had a post about push ups. So, this my friends would be an example of what I aspire to do (thank you, Carla!), the universe is just amazing sometimes: