Pause For The Applause.

Yesterday morning, I got up for the third consecutive week at the ass crack of dawn to inflict hot, sweaty pain upon myself.

And I rocked it.

I ran suicide sprints for 20 minutes before most of you were even upright. I did the "300" workout (read: 300 reps of exercises targeting major muscle groups) while most of you were still drooling on your pillowcases.

And it was awesome.

I'm really starting to notice a difference--not only in my body shape (well hello there, pants that I can take off without unzipping) but also in my endurance. I'm not claiming to be the next Jackie Warner (snarf) but I AM becoming a better, stronger version of me. And quite frankly, I'm loving it.

Speeeeeeeeaking of Jackie Warner, does anyone else watch (and subsequently LOVE) her new show on Bravo called 'Thintervention?' It's so, so, so funny. Nikki is a high-LAR-ious drunkard and lovingly more quotable than a Will Ferrell movie.

In related TV news--'Glee' starts tonight! Ready, set DVR!

Ouch.

Week 2 of Bootcamp arrived this morning without me even asking it to. Rude! Devil Trainer Katie had a lovely morning planned for us - we paired up and switched between cardio and strength as a team. You know, when one person is on one end of a parking lot doing pushups and the other person does lunges the length and back of said parking lot? Yeah, that. Suffice it to say that while I loved my partner (thank jebus it wasn't lawyer girl), she could have quickened up her lunges a bit. Perfect form is unnecessary when your partner's arms are about to rip out of her sockets at the other end of the parking lot!

Let it be known that I rocked Bootcamp on Saturday morning, too. This was super hard, because I love my Saturday morning sleep ins almost as much as I love life itself. But, I did get to watch the sun rise, which was cool.

Anyway, we had a loverly little weekend--this pre-fall weather is FAB! Alex rode a Carousel for the first time and also beat his Daddy in a friendly game of cornhole. Pictures tomorrow, promise!

I Go Walking In My Sleep.

Meh. Today was Day 2 of Bootcamp. Katie (also known as "world's most evil trainer") made us partake in a loverly little obstacle course with a dash of circuit training thrown in.

Here's what I've learned so far:

• Running up and down steps sucks a great deal of ass.
• You use your hamstrings for ev-ah-ree-thang. I know this because I can FEEL them. Even when I don't move.
• My triceps? Weak as a kitten.
• 5:30 a.m. isn't so bad. Like, on a scale of 1 to Hiroshima, it's like a 5.2.

And let's just be clear on one thing, shall we? I do not desire an early morning chitty chat on our mile run warmup with the cheerfully disgusting and skinny LAWYER with perfect hair, booty and adorably matching Puma workout gear. I don't want to hear about your OPTHAMOLOGIST boyfriend or his perfect life/hair/ass/car, either. I just want to run, hating you all the while for motivation to keep going. Mmmmmkay?

Dear Readers:

Today marked day one of Boot Camp. Le sigh.

If getting up at 5:00 a.m. doesn't kill me, certainly I will die of other causes. (Read: squats, lunges, planks, dead lifts, sprints, hills, steps, excessive sweating, etc.) The combination of the hardcore-ness of this camp and my low level of fitness are NOT a match made in heaven.

I won't be able to move tomorrow, of this I am sure. So don't expect much out of me, mmmkay?

Smoochies,
A (very) sore Kristi

Boot Camp...The Non-Birthday Edition.

It's not December, so it can't possibly be Birthday Boot Camp time around these parts. Hi-ev-uh, I am embarking on a new (and terrifying) form of Boot Camp...one that will surely bring loads of entertainment for your daily reading enjoyment.

Today's Detroit Groupon was 73% off a women's-only fitness boot camp. (Yes, God. I'm listening.) I've been making excuses for, oh...about a year... as to when, why and how I'll get the rest of this baby weight off my arse and quite frankly, it needs to stop. So, I went to their website and read through some of the really powerful testimonials (um, hello 'before' and 'after' pics!) and decided I've failed for too long on my own.

And so, against all my better judgment, I clicked "Buy" and registered for a 4-week camp. I begin my own personal hell the week after Labor Day. Participants are guaranteed:

• 3-5% reduction in body fat
• Greatly improved posture
• Better relaxation
• 5-12 pounds of weight loss
• 1-3 inch decrease in the midsection
• 25% improvement in endurance
• 25% increase in strength
• 100% gain in self-confidence <--cheesy marketing

Yeah, we'll see about all of that in the beginning of October. In the meantime, expect a great deal of entertaining stories of paralyzing muscle soreness, ridiculous sleep deprivation (the last time I saw 5:30 am was 1986) and unending hatred of my new trainer.

Good times.

BDBC - Day 5.

Gotta make it quick today - I'm in Okemos for the *So Sarah* designs party. Next week I'll have a post  dedicated to Sarah and her wares, but here's a sneak peek at my current 2 faves - the cupcake half apron with ruffles and the Mommy & Me designs.

I know...so cute, right? More details and how to order next week. And yes, she does custom orders!

BDBC Day 5 is going smashingly well. Tonight's plans include a Mexi-fab dinner with the girls @ the party followed by a stint in Becki's hot tub. Could life BE any better?

And my treat from Joey? Another perfect card and a king size box of Milk Duds...my fave!