My story....when I started boot camp, my youngest of 3 boys was 13 months old and I was sleep deprived, living off of coffee and wine and eating the mac and cheese off of my kid's plates. I was tired of going into my closet and not being able to fit into any of my clothes and depressed that I was the biggest I had ever been. I had exercised regularly in the past and had just gotten out of the habit...I viewed boot camp as a way to get myself back into the habit. I started in August 2009, 6 days before my birthday and boot camp was my birthday gift to myself. I signed up with a friend and was a nervous wreck about what I had gotten myself into. I was one of those people that thought I would die during the warm up the first day and wanted to literally throw up when I was asked to run the mile. I remember Dori, Joye, John, Leo and Rick (where is Rick?) being great encouragers for me. I am not a big morning talker and I'm sure earned the title of "bitchy red-headed camper with a big ass". I am so thankful that I din't know then what a TLC was and that I was, in fact, one of them. I struggled with knee and ankle injuries the entire 1st month and almost didn't return the 2nd month. Not only did I return, I bought the 3 month pass :) During my 2nd month, I think, is when David finally learned or remembered my name. He was relentless in calling me out and pushing me to push myself harder. There were days when I wanted to punch him in the face but as I began to see changes in my ability and my body, I was grateful that he was the PIA that he is.
I did not want to become an instructor initially but I also didn't want to give up my now addiction. I didn't feel like I had reached a level where I could do what was expected as an instructor as I was still not confident in my ability (plus I couldn't talk and run at the same time). I am not loud (unless you yell mommy, mommy, mommy) and didn't know where I could make a contribution as an instructor. I thought I would die during the 1st day of what was to be 6 weeks of instructor training....a "power" workout they called it (did I mention it was 20 degrees in January). I remember telling Stephanie in the car on the way home (with a deer in headlights look on my face), I don't know if I can do this?! Well, we "didn't die" during the training and I am better because of it. I know that if I survived that training....I can survive anything! I love watching the campers grow and develop that same confidence in themselves and their abilities.
There are lots of things that I love about Boot Camp and what it has done for me. Its funny though because I originally set out to lose weight and that's not even the biggest advantage. I love that I have made lifelong friendships with a bunch of crazy people that peer pressure me into signing up for things that I never thought I would do (i.e. Warrior Dash). I love sharing a passion for exercise with people that text me in the mornings to check on me and see if I am awake. I love that you people still talk to me in the mornings even if I don't always talk back :) I love feeling healthy even if the number on the scale isn't the lowest it has ever been. I love being an example for my children of the hard work that it takes to stay healthy and I hope that they will do the same as a result.
Thank you guys for being my friends (that let me steal your hats and stuff) and my inspiration to always want to push myself to be better and try new things! Thank you, David, for bringing OBC to Peachtree City and creating this cult of codependents :)
Thanks Doris for making us all cyber hug! We really need to put some of this type thing on the OBC blog. People are motivated to do things that have a story attached.
Lane
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