The alarm went off and I looked at the radar on my phone.
No rain. All clear.
I had to get out of bed. Actually, even if it had been pouring, my conscience would have pushed my feet to the floor. The day I start randomly sleeping in is the day I weigh 250 lbs. again.
Today is Thursday. Today is the last day of boot camp for the week. Today is leg day. And today my legs were tired. But I got ready and drove to the track anyway.
I got there 20 minutes early and ran a mile on the track. I’ve started doing that every day to get in a little more running. I probably will increase it as time goes on — so far it hasn’t affected my workout.
Coach Clark’s starting had the infamous wall-sit/pass-the-ball exercise. But what really hurt was standing on my tip-toes 100 times. My calves nearly cramped. But they didn’t.
Coach Morgan had stations so we did everything from chips-and-salsa (where you walk on your hands while your feet sit on a chips-and-salsa tray) to hopping up and down on the box. We did lots of leg extensions and hopping, too. I worked out with Liz — whose athletic ability and constant good attitude I really admire.
Stanley was the star of the line today, though. He really put in a lot of effort this week. He made me work a step or two harder as well. Leadership comes from action not words. I can usually tell when Stanley is in pain, though. He has a special word that starts with SH and ends with IT that he mutters when things are getting tough.
The weight room’s exercise today was dead-lifting. They call it dead-lift because when you are done, your back is dead and you can’t lift yourself off the toilet for the next three days. Coach Chaz had all the men do two sets of 135 lbs. 20 times. Conner and I survived it — although I will admit, I got really winded. My back and legs are tired.
We did a modified version of four-corners with Coach Richard today. Run the length of the field and then do Russian walks, prisoner walks, etc. in the end zones. How much fun is that?
Well, not as much fun as pushing boards at the end. And running 50-yard dashes to break them up. Which is fine. If I push I board 20 yards, I don’t mind breaking it up. I breathe better standing up.
As you might guess, I am tired. But it is a good tired. A tired that comes from the fact that you got out of bed and did the work. There is a sense of self-satisfaction when you put on your clothes and they are a little bit loose. That makes the pain in my legs and back much more tolerable.
Seven weeks done. Five to go.