I’ve had a hard time going to my killer bootcamp class lately. Because it is, well, a killer bootcamp class. I have been going to this class twice a week since October, and I’ve been happy with the definition I can see in my arms and shoulders. I’m sure there’s more definition in my legs, too, but the fat rather obscures that.
It’s never been fun, but lately it’s been tougher. I’ve had to go down in the weights, and have had to modify things back even further. Instead of getting stronger, it seemed like I was getting weaker.
But today before class, when I was lamenting how my fitness seemed to be less and less, my classmates laughed and reminded me that the class was getting harder and harder. And today, he let up a little so I could–almost–keep up.
Except for the squats. Oh, the pain!
