Okay Seriously?!?!?

Boot camp is without a doubt, the hardest thing I've ever done...in my life. And I did drum corps. Just to loop you in to the drum corps thing. Imagine, blazing heat of Mississippi in the summer. Imagine rehearsing outside from 8am to 6pm, then doing a show. And on non-show days rehearsing from 8am to 11pm. Everyday from June through August 15th. Then imagine being in the front ensemble so lugging percussion equipment from a truck to a field to a truck to a field and on and on. Then imagine sleeping in a sleeping bag on a gym floor, or in a cramped bus seat. Again, after rehearsing in the blazing sun all day. Now...imagine boot camp being one hour long and harder than all of that. UGH! 



Tonight, we ran to the site carrying our 1 gallon jugs of water. We immediately started doing squats holding the gallon of water straight in front of us. After doing a ton of those, we put the jugs down and did push ups for 30 seconds. It's all a dizzy memory to me, but I do remember (and this just ended 45 minutes ago) that we did duck walks (imagine squatting and then walking) 50 yards. Then reverse bear crawled back 50 yards. We did that 4 times...ouch. I couldn't finish it. I tried with all of my might. It was just so hard. We then did lunges, so many lunges. Then we did dips, where your triceps are holding your entire body up on a bench while you dip down. We ended the workout by doing 50 squat thrusts (I'm pretty sure I did 4), because two people were late for the workout. Oh and here was the killer part. We did these things where you stand up, feet apart. Then walk out into a push up position, then staying in the push up position, you lower yourself onto your forearms, then back to your hands, then walk yourself back up and do it all over again. She mentioned something about meeting near a hill on Friday. I'm pretty sure there were tears, and I'm pretty sure they were from me. Ha. Just kidding about that part. 


Here's the deal, I felt bad about myself near the end because I did have to give up a couple of times. I just couldn't physically do it. I questioned whether I couldn't do it, or was I just not trying. Then I walked home and as I walked with my one gallon jug, I had to catch myself a few times because my knees kept buckling. Weirdly that made me feel better because if I'm that physically exhausted then I clearly pushed myself and honestly to me that is all that matters!