See this lovely setting. The pretty pond that has a family of swans, and fish and red winged blackbirds chirping loudly. See that patch of grass which is at the bottom of the hill. You might think it the perfect spot for a picnic on a summers evening. You would be wrong. It's a war zone. Home to Summer Boot Camp. AKA Kick your butt into shape camp. 15 women, 1 man. No wussies allowed. I started on Tuesday. I was forced to run (uphill), climb hills, jumping jack, lift weight bars, sit up (and over) and basically work myself to exhaustion in the heat of summer. You have to do EVERYTHING. NO EXCUSES. Even the ducks and geese are afraid to disobey orders.
Yesterday the instructor called to see how I was feeling. Pretending it was a kindly follow up call, Commander Marcella was merely checking for insurance purposes that I was still alive.
I was pretty smug yesterday. Hardly hurt at all. This morning DIFFERENT STORY. Lifting my arm to put on deodorant felt like wrenching it. I groan with every movement. Bending to place paper in the shredder is a task. I need to move everything to the top of my desk. I feel EVERY muscle in my body has been.
Tonight I have to report for DUTY once again. If you would like to SAVE me, drop by my house around 7:15, with any excuse you can muster to drag me away.............HELP ME PLEASE..........