And I Vomited...

Yup...Day 1 of boot camp and halfway through I hid behind a tree and puked.

To be fair I had a big lunch about six hours before and I had just finished three sets of wind sprints, crunches and push-ups. When your body isn't used to that style of exercise, it really wants to retaliate. The Mister ran over to assist in my barf-fest and was met with a "you can go away now" and then a projectile stream of vomit.

Once the discomfort was gone, I jumped, literally, right back into it. We played Frisbee, ran laps, jumped jacks, pushed up, crunched, burpeed, leg lifted, side-shuffled, squatted, grapevined and hopped. I can still throw and catch a Frisbee like I did as a teenager and will admit the game made me smile wider and laugh harder than I have in a long time.

I discovered it's time to start using my Ben Wa balls again or buy Depends....to cheat or not to cheat, that is definitely the question. Anybody care to answer it?

The Mister did great and only told me he hated me once. When it was all over, he admitted he really didn't hate me and we are both looking forward to our next session. Unfortunately it won't be for another ten days. *insert sad face here*

Results? We have lost five pounds between us, every muscle hurts and we slept like babies.

These are not mine