And I didn't even puke

Tonight was the first of 14 bootcamp classes that I signed up for. It was possibly the hardest physical thing I've ever done. We ran (or for me, walked) the bleachers. First, 5 "doubles" (up the big steps, down the small), then 5 "singles" (up and down the small steps). Then tricep dips. Then lunges, squats and pushups. Then 5 more doubles, and 5 more singles. Everyone else did more tricep dips, but I was still dragging my fat ass through the singles. Then more lunges, squats and pushups (but I was feeling dizzy, so I pretty much just sat that part out). But I pretty much made it. My legs were shaking so badly!

I also cried while I was doing the last doubles. I don't know why. Maybe it's because all this fat is really just gelatinous emotion, and as I burn it off, it needs to come out somehow?

Speaking of gelatin, I had heard that drinking warm Jell-O helps prevent stiffness, so I've downed a cup of that tonight, hoping to be able to walk tomorrow. . .