Tonight I ticked off the last thing on my ‘To Do’ List
# 10 on my list was ‘join a Boot Camp and get super-fit. (I now have four left on the list to do!)
Now, I must admit, when I wrote the list I was on a bit of a high. I had just finished my dissertation and a general feeling of well being and elation had enveloped me.
I felt free, relieved and full of new ideas. Including the Boot Camp one
This wasn’t a totally random idea, however. A couple of weeks ago I held a small party at mine and a friend told me about this course that was due to start in September. It sounded just what I needed. Vigorous exercise three times a week. She said it was fun and that I would love it…..after a few glasses of wine it sounded like a FABULOUS idea. I agreed to do it with her
In the cold light of day, I wasn’t so sure but I decided I would give it a go
So, there I was tonight, bottle of water in hand and with a determined attitude
Less than half way through, my determined attitude had been replaced by one of defeat. I had to stop. It was when I started to feel faint and dizzy and as though I was about to be sick that I decided enough was enough
I spent the rest of the hour drifting in and out of consciousness (ok, I exaggerate – I sat on the bench feeling a bit odd)
I really think there should be a law preventing 52 year old women who don’t normally walk farther than their car from embarking on this sort of exercise…..
It’s my own fault. I should have remembered that I have done absolutely NOTHING for six months, since I had surgery. This was my first attempt at ANY exercise at all (apart from one game of badminton a couple of weeks ago, which near enough killed me too)
I’m NOT fit and I’m NOT very young. I should have thought of all that when I was trying to keep up with everyone
I just can’t do things half heartedly
I’m going again tomorrow anyway. I’ve signed up now, and paid, so I WILL finish the course!!
Tomorrow is boxing training
Expect another story (if I survive)