Reunited, and it feels so good (translated: healthy co-dependence)

This is the third week I am back at boot camp, albeit, I have only done the once-a-week thing, as opposed to the two days I promised I would do.  But how can a girl turn down an invite to a VIP screening of "The Dark Knight" hours before it was nationally released?  That went last week's second session.  Well worth it.  For both the entertainment value and the social cachet it garnered amongst my co-workers.  Enough about that.  

When I heard the weather report in the morning, my stomach sunk a tad bit.  Mid 90s; hazy, hot and humid.  Can you imagine boot camp, without air-conditioning, in this sort of weather?  Sunil B. (who was supposed to make a return after 9 months) emailed me around 1PM, trying to make excuses about not feeling like going.  I responded with a saying that was written on one of the walls of PPBC - "The pain of discipline is nothing compared to the pain of regret."  Fitting.  He agreed and then for further effect, I threatened him with public humiliation.  That's what friends are for, aren't they?  Way to motivate.  I, on the other hand, on my way down from work, resorted to my 'ogle all the large people in the street' tactic.  I know, I'm going to hell. 

As I walked out of the elevator towards the front desk, I looked at the 6:00 class, trying to spot Sunil B. amongst the line of bear crawlers.  No dice.  What a punk!  I was definitely going to have to let him have it for him being a no-show.  

I went into the tent to change, and noticed a few new faces; I could tell they were newbies by the terrified looks on their faces, the tentative way they put on their camos, and the question that they all asked - how long have you been doing this?  Everyone expressed varying degrees of fear, and while I reassured them that we had all gone through it, and I attempted to be comforting, in a teeny tiny corner of the back of my mind, I felt this sense of schadenfreude.  A momentary flash of guilt by feeling extra empowered, drawing on their lack of experience - and giving them a bit of terror by strapping up my ankle and knee.  But of course, I eventually told them that my injuries were not boot camp related, and that the ankle brace was merely a precautionary measure.  

Sitting against the wall, waiting for class to begin, my mood further brightened as I saw Sunil pop out of the tent.  He came over, smiled at me and said "Wow, I haven't seen you in THAT getup in a long time."  Likewise.  It was a comforting sense of familiarity.  

At 7, we started running laps, and I trotted along, until DI Steve ordered me to pass the newbies (this gave me a boost - obviously he thought I could do better).  As usual, I lost count of the laps we were doing, passed by two people, using the ski-etiquette of "on your left."  As I passed by the others, I smacked the "TRUST" column with a burst of energy, self-willingness and determination all mixed into one (It was how Robin Williams described a certain feeling in "The Birdcage" - you have Fosse Fosse Fosse, Martha Graham Martha Graham, Michael Kidd Michael Kidd, Twyla Twyla, Madonna Madonna, but you keep it all in here.  I know, someone call Bellevue).  

Back to the PT area, Sunil trotted over to face me; I smiled and him and said, "Hi Hubby", fully intending to partner up with one another until Niscio ordered both of us to help a new recruit stretch out.  Fine and dandy, but when it was my turn, I experienced a major brain fart and did the 'legs in front of you' versus the Butterfly stretch, which attracted the attention of DI Steve who promptly hollered at me to wake up.  Oops!  And yet again, people seemed to be counting faster than they should have, so I just gave up trying.  

Given that there were new people in class, we all shouted out our names, and then launched into 50 jumping jacks.  Push-up position, and then hold your right leg up for a count of 15.  Groans all around from the newbies; I steeled myself.  Next, 15 pushups, which I opted to do in the 'girly' fashion, which didn't elicit any protest or hollering, but DI Steve made sure I was in correct form.  Up on our feet, high knees, then 30 seconds to get around the gym twice.  

I ended up towards the front of the PT area, and Sunil joined up with me again.  Lauren called for everyone's attention for the next exercise.  Squat thrusts (if you've been reading this whole blog, you know my feelings on that particular exercise).  And who of all 17 people in the class should she call upon to demonstrate?  Yep, me.  Irony, well, maybe not, more Murphy's Law, given how much I hated them.  It was a test, or more pressing of a button that made me feel the need to set a good example.  Thankfully she ordered me to perform each step of the exercise following her count, which was slow.  I demonstrated two times.  At that point, she assigned each of us individual target numbers to complete in two minutes.  I got 28.  Pacing myself, and focusing on my form, I managed 18.  

Next, two laps around the gym.  Push-up position, 25 mountain climbers.  Flipping on our backs, legs 6 inches off the floor.  Alternating left leg right leg up and down from 6 inches to 18 inches.  For a count of 20; admittedly I dropped my feet on the floor twice.  One lap around.  Next, military push-ups, which basically consist of up-down-up-down (total of 4 times).  But the challenge besides the up-down?  You weren't allowed to go down on your knees until after the 4th push-up.  Tough.  The routine that followed, separated by 1 lap, 10 push-ups, then 8, 6, and 4.  Rounded out with 2 laps around the gym.  

In the PT area, we partnered up, and Sunil and I faced each other yet again.  Lauren spotted us together, and with a big grin on her face, hollered, "You can't separate these two!  It's true love!  Husband and wife!"  Hilarious, isn't it?  Me and my gay husband being recognized in the eyes of PPBC.  We grabbed a mat, and then were directed to complete as many sit-ups in a 2 minute time window. I went first, might as well get it over with.  A pleasant surprise, I managed to do 61, with Sunil pushing me and motivating me to keep on going.  Changing positions, I sat on Sunil's feet - he got to 76 as I egged him on, encouraging him and telling him he could do it.  1 lap around, back to the PT area.  

Given that it was Monday, the focus was going to be on boxing, at least for the more experienced folks (the newbies were being directed through the obstacle course by Niscio).  I was partnered up with a woman whose lean muscular physique gave me pause.  She struck me as one of those 'Pilates bodies' types who could really pack a punch.  Our first exercise:  left-right jabs for 30 seconds (this doesn't sound like much, but believe me, when you're in the moment, it IS).  During this time, because of one mention from DI Steve, I focused way too much on my form (hands up around your face, then pivot your fist flat), and messed it up.  The same thing happened when in the past I thought too much about my golf swing, my ski stance, anything physical.  If you think about this stuff too much, inevitably you mess up.  You just have to let go and be in the moment, and lose yourself in sort of a zen fashion.  It's about following your gut.  

After completing the initial 30 seconds, without taking off the gloves or the pad (for my partner), we were ordered to do 25 star jumpers.  That was a bit tough; I decided not to bend as deep as I could, just to get through (eventually with more frequency, I will get better).  Then we were instructed on the next routine, which was 'ladders'.  This consists of a series of left-right jabs, with half a squat thrust (called a sprawl) thrown in between.  So, it goes like this - 2 left-right, sprawl, 4 left-right, then 6, then 8, then back to 6, then 4, then 2. After this series was completed, then we were to do 5 right leg kicks, then 5 left leg kicks.  That made up 1 set.  We were to do 3.  My partner was duly encouraging along the way, telling me how well I was doing, as I paced myself, in order to get through all 3 sets; she even went as far as to say she was impressed!  I have no idea why.  Finished the series with 1 lap around the gym.  Back to the PT area for the next set - 100 left-right jabs, 10 right leg kicks, 10 left leg kicks; then 50 left-right jabs, 5 right leg kicks, 5 left leg kicks.  Rounded out by running a lap.  Then the whole routine was repeated with my partner - with me holding the boxing pad.  Infused with a renewed energy, I egged her on.  Finished up with 25 box jumps.  Given my ankle issue (as well as vestigial knee problems - such a train wreck), I had to substitute with stepping up and stepping down.  

Not for nothing, you are made acutely aware of the fact that you are a woman when you are getting kicked in the chest, albeit minorly protected by  the thick pad.

Leaving the PT area, we were given our next task.  Over the hurdles, sprint back on the wood, repeat this 3 times.  DI Steve was yelling at Sunil because he was running on the shredded tires, and not on the wood.  After we finished this, we were supposed to run 1 lap, but my Swede-o came loose, so I had to forego the lap to re-lace it (boo hoo).  By the time I did it up, my squad was over by the windowsill, and DI Steve was hollering my name.  

At the windowsill, we were to do dips, interspersed with a lap around.  First 20, and when I ran the lap, my ankle started to twinge, and I asked for a substitute exercise.  So, after 10, I did squats while the rest of the squad ran around.  Then another 10, and we were finished.  

Over to the rock wall, I sandwiched myself in between Sunil and my boxing partner for 25 sit-ups.  Toward the end, I was shouting out in agony, but the two recruits flanking me did a terrific job of propping me up and keeping me going.  Showing the esprit de corps that I had so missed about boot camp.  

After class, Sunil and I went to the Chinese restaurant for our tried-and-true $5 "Diet Menu" entree of steamed chicken and vegetables with brown rice, sauce on the side.  It seemed rather fitting that we did this, given that this was the place where we used to go when we first started boot camp in 2006.  

I'll admit, I am very psyched that Sunil O. and I are back in class together, because we started together, and now are at such a level where we can truly inspire the other to go further.  I have no excuses when we are partners, and I think that's what I need to keep me going.  

Through The Fire, To The Limit, To The (Rock) Wall

WARNING: Like my attendance at boot camp, my blog entries have been on hold for a very long time, so I apologize in advance for any rustiness/boredom/lack of floridity that may ensue.  Consider this just a warm-up.

July 7:  It has been almost 6 months since I sustained the injury which put me on the PPBC sidelines.  I knew it was time to go back when I felt 100% better, and started to get increasingly anxious and irritated about the minutiae which in the past I could brush off with a good workout.  I was really excited to go back!  Especially due to periodic mentions from Sunil O. about how the DIs had really put him through the wringer - I missed that feeling.  

After work, as I walked down the familiar path from 34th to 21st Street, I did my best to distract myself by identifying all the different sources of heat that were assaulting me on all sides.  New York City wouldn't be all that bad if you were just walking down 7th Avenue with a gentle breeze in your face, making the mid-80s temperatures bearable.  However, add in the exhaust from city buses and trucks, external air conditioners, and subway grates, you find yourself vainly attempting to dodge the blasts.  It's what you imagine the environment would feel like if you were one of the crew aboard the starship Nostromo in the "Aliens" movies.  

The moment I would start to think about pulling out my cellphone, calling PPBC and delaying my return by another day, I would catch a glimpse of a morbidly obese individual, and would be snapped back on course, propelled by a mix of fear and minor disgust.  

The elevator opened up on the 2nd floor, and I walked up to the front desk, with a big smile on my face as Denise registered shock at the fact that I was actually there.  The fact that she had automatically cancelled me out of the session only made me realize how historically I was viewed as the bailer.  Managed my 5 pushups in the regular (non-knees) style.  As I looked at the class in progress, I noticed certain changes (the most obvious being the drill instructors, Niscio and Steve).  To keep the place as cool as possible, half the lights were off, and there were more fans around.  In and around the ladies' pup tent, there were full length mirrors, of the Crate and Barrel variety.  Even the bathrooms were different - there was now a distinction between the ladies' and the men's rooms (prior, anyone used any free bathroom); and inside the ladies' room, there were multiple reed diffusers, as if to try and give a more delicate feel.  

After I changed, I waited for class to begin, keeping to myself, trying to mentally prepare for what was to come.  Caught a glance of Richmond and Willis as they were on the course - seemingly my only like to what I knew of my 'past life' at PPBC.  Fortunately, Gilligan, a recruit who had been in the same class before walked in, and we caught up.  Felt a bit better, because as I looked down the row of strangers, I had no desire to partner up and stretch with any of them.

BLOGGUS INTERRUPTUS

Okay, so this isn't normal.  I cut myself off mid entry because I got so sidetracked between sessions (only 1 week, mind you).  Monday recap of the actual first session:

I just about coasted through, which was a pleasant surprise.  They had us running a lot more in the beginning, which was puzzling, but manageable, even though it was a good 9 or 10 laps, versus the usual 7.  The warmup exercise numbers were significantly lower, so I motored through.  And then the boxing exercises were a fun challenge.  My ankle started to twinge a lot later into class than I expected.  What was absent from this session?  The obstacle course run, and much to my delight, squat thrusts - yay!  At the end, I shouted out the sit-up numbers louder than anyone else.  Gleeful at having made it through, I called both Sunils on my way home.  

A week later, I prepared for a triumphant return, diligently hydrating all day at the office.  Cheerfully changed and made conversation with Montgomery, who I hadn't seen in forever.  As the 6PM class was at the rock wall doing their sit-ups, and a couple of overly ambitious newbies decided to start running.  Okay, so one can look at this two ways - they were genuinely trying to warm up, or they were trying to look impressive by starting early.  Call me jaded, but don't they know better?  If the DIs don't notice them running, those laps don't count.  Kind of like that whole tree falling in the forest with no one around to witness.  I lost count of all the laps.

Over to the PT area for stretches, where I was significantly stiffer than usual (my right hip flexor is notoriously tighter than my left, resulting in me being able to touch my forehead to my right knee, where I can barely bend down over my left, and inevitably a groan escaped).  The shoulder stretch and tricep stretch seemed rushed - maybe during the time I was out of commission, the DIs decided to speed up the count cadence.  So, it felt like I was counting at 33 RPM compared to the 45PRM everyone else was doing.  

25 jumping jacks, face your partner; high knees for a count of 15.  Drop down on your back with your feet 6 inches off the ground.  DI Steve (new to me) instructed the class that on his count, we needed to raise our feet from 6 inches to 18 inches for a count of 15, using my feet to provide a visual example.  I am sure he noticed my pursed lips and slightly flared nostrils - dude, I might have been gone for 6 months, but I think I can gauge the difference between 6 and 18 inches!  Next, we raised our feet to a 90 degree angle, perpendicular to the floor.  Toes pointed, on the DI's count, we were to raise our butts off the floor.  Ouch.  Back up for another 25 jumping jacks; this time was definitely favoring the right foot.  Face your partner again, and then everyone in my lane was ordered to run 3 laps while  in the meantime our partners did star jumpers.  Star jumpers aren't all that bad; at the same time, I didn't want to lag behind and subject Montgomery (my partner) to more star jumpers than necessary - given that it was her first time after her vacation.  Then the other line of recruits ran three laps while we did our star jumpers.  The guy next to me was making a concerted point to exaggerate his reps (like he was leapfrogging in place), which caused a couple of thoughts to run through my head:

1. Suck up.  He must have newly drunk the PPBC Kool-Aid.

2. Why is he doing that?  I hope his knees don't touch me.  

Niscio pointed out various people, thereby splitting the class into squads, and called us over to the area behind the INTENSITY wall.  We each grabbed a tire, and Niscio gave us the next exercise - 3 sets of tire presses, slow, in 3 steps.  No sweat, right?  No WAY!  The first set of 25 was okay, the second set of 20 was a lot tougher, and the last 15 were downright painful.  It's hard to recall, but there were moments of utter wimpiness, so much so that Niscio was initially hard on me, but became more sympathetic as he saw me struggle to keep the tire above my head, doing the default "rest the tire on my shoulders with a defeated look on my face" thing.  Run 1 lap over to the to the windowsill, where we lined up for the next exercise:  dips.  20, then 1 lap; 15, another lap; and 10 for the last set.  Barely managed those.  Ordered to run a lap to the PT area, but before we got there, we collided with the other squad.  To punish us, they made everyone bear crawl around the gym, back to the PT area.  For the pitifully inept recruits, including me, who were clearly the anchors of the squad, they ordered us to run it in.  

Back in the PT area, we partnered up, grabbed a mat and got ready for throwdowns.  Legs thrown down, apart, together, and back up; for a count of 30 - 2 sets.  Got through the first set, then the heft of my legs seemed to exponentially increase halfway through the second set.  Shamefully, I planted my feet on the floor twice, and Montgomery had to keep me motivated with the idea that water was the reward at the end of this exercise.  Glugging as much water as I could within 15 seconds, I attempted to make the most of the mini-break.  A lap of lunges was to follow, a gentle easing back into the activity - sweet! - as I passed by the desk, Lauren smiled, waved, and cheerily hollered, "Ohhhhh sh*t, look who's back...wassup Vincent?!?!?"  

The next exercises were frankly dread inducing.  DI Steve ordered us to do squat thrusts, as many as we could in 5 minutes.  OMG, I was going to die.  He changed his mind as he walked up and down the row, and assigned every recruit a specific number to do.  Mine was 30.  Ack.  When he called 'time', I had made it to 15, with much difficulty.  This was the point where my triumph turned to frustration and semi-defeat; and I became that bowlegged, toppling over idiot.  In between these hateful things we had to do military style pushups, which meant that DI Steve was NOT going to let us get on our knees until after a count of 5.  I readily availed myself to that.  When it was all over, I thankfully ran the mandated 1 lap around.  

Next came boxing.  After all this, I became the odd man out, having no partner.  So what did they do?  Partnered me up with a big blue boxing dummy.  Hmm, let me see if I can paint a picture for you.  Remember Keith Haring's signature artwork?  Well, put him upright and have his hands out in front of him, and there you have it.  I was paired up with Blue Man.  DI Steve explained the "Ladders" routine to us.  Left-right jab, sprawl, 2x, 4x, 6x, 8x, 10x, 8x, 6x, 4x, 2x- this counted as one set; we had to do 3.  Niscio, in the absence of a partner, stood over me and goaded me on ("Vincent - eye level, get mad, get angry!").  I tried.  Next up, the class was instructed to do 60 left-right jabs, followed by 10 right leg kicks, then 10 left leg kicks.  Given that my ankle was sending me signals, I opted out of the side kicks, so Niscio told me to do 100 left-right jabs (wha-wha-wha-what??)  All in all, I started strong, but the strength quickly diminished.  When I was finished with my routine, given that I was the odd one out, Niscio directed me over to the obstacle course; a solo run.  In between each obstacle, 5 pushups.  

First off, hurdles - slowly made my way over the first set, noticing that the 8PM earlycomers had started congregating along the wall.  5 pushups, then warily eyed the 3 walls.  Niscio, keeping an eye on me told me to climb the 1st one head on, and then the next two I could do backwards (meaning the easier way, using the support beams on the backside to help me up).  I think after that, I neglected to do my 5 pushups, not intentionally, but purely out of fatigue.  Over the 3rd wall, I looked at the 'Belly Rollers."  Normally, I need assistance to get up on this, but I figured that if I climbed up on the front support, I didn't require the DI, and would not risk either an ankle injury or a split chin (like someone I'd seen in the past).  Hopped up, no problem, and pulled my way across the logs.  Came to the 12 foot INTENSITY wall, took a running start and made it 7/8 of the way up, when I started to struggle - fortunately Niscio came up to give the necessary  gluteal support to get me up the wall.  With a loud grunt, I hopped over and made my way down.  Over the longer, second set of hurdles, right leg then left leg alternating, to the rock wall.  I wasn't afraid of it, but wasn't sure how far I could make it.  Niscio was satisfied with around 8 feet across.  It was at this point that I started to feel lightheaded, and asked him for a time-out.  He led me to the window, and I breathed in the fresh air for a few minutes.  Not 100%, but recovered enough to continue.  But I didn't think I could stomach any more obstacles, so I pleaded utter weakness to the DI, who thankfully obliged, and ordered me to run laps until the rest of the class was finished.  I think I did around 3.  

To the rock wall, where we linked arms for 25 group sit-ups.  At this point, I was so exhausted that I could barely hear the DI shouting out my name, asking me to name a principle (Power, how ironic).  

Not completely triumphant about this session, but after a shower, the endorphins propelled me through a bacchanalian dinner with friends in the Meatpacking District, in honor of Bastille Day.

Stay tuned, folks

Coming soon to a theater near you, "Back to Boot Camp"!  Yes, after almost 6 months of not going to Pure Power Boot Camp, I am going back on July 7th.  What happened, you ask?  The worst ankle injury I have ever sustained.  Back in mid January (shortly after my last post), I was at my friends' wedding, and was overjoyed to see that DJ Magic Mike himself was DJing the wedding.  A bit of a back story - this man represented the alpha and the omega of bhangra fusion mixes; his songs make up a good part of my college party soundtracks, and not to mention most notably, my group dance performance my sophomore year, when Club Zamana (Columbia University's South Asian Students' Association) put on its annual Tamasha.  We danced to "Jugni", a popular song at the time.  It held very fond memories for me.  

Well, after the wedding reception, a couple of friends hosted an after party in their suite.  As the party got under way, who should show up but Magic Mike and his dhol player.  He opened up his laptop, and put on his playlist.  My star-struck gaze must have been palpable; after mustering up some courage, I went up to him, told him how much of an impact his music had on my life, and followed up with "Dude, you've got to do me a HUGE favor and play Jugni for me."  Of course, he does!  I was practically salivating as the familiar drums rang out.  But within the first 15 seconds of the song, I leapt up, rolled my left ankle, and both felt and heard a crunch.  Yes, I am a train wreck.  

Despite my best efforts to ice it copiously, the next morning, I woke up unable to put any weight on my left foot (but for a small section of the outer part of my big toe), and with my ankle swollen to twice its normal size.  I literally had to be rolled out of the hotel on the luggage cart, surrounded by suitcases and garment bags, hiding behind my sunglasses and attempting to maintain a sliver of dignity.  For two days, I was laid up.  When I returned to work, I made no effort to see a doctor, after all, I had sprained my ankle before, and it was just a matter of time before the swelling and the bruising (which had traveled halfway up my calf) would go away.  Or so I thought.  

3 weeks passed, and no signs of marked improvement.  Concerned that it might be a fracture, I finally went to see an orthopedist.  After x-rays and mobility tests, he asked me "Do you really need to go skiing?"  (I was off to Switzerland for a much anticipated ski vacation in the Alps).  I told him I had to, because the trip was already paid for and it was something I just HAD to do.  He told me that I had a high ankle sprain with soft tissue/tibular tendon damage.  It wouldn't prevent me from skiing, due to the confining nature of the boot, but all other physical activity would have to be put on hold until further notice.  And at all times, I was to wear a soft brace, called a Swede-O (you can imagine what kind of a field day my friends had with that one - I got numerous Speedo references via email).  

Managed to ski 4 out of the 6 days in Switzerland, helped by my traveling companion's advice to layer Aleve and Tylenol (she's a doctor).  And with regular visits, continued physical therapy (at home), I recovered slowly, and managed to take another ski trip to California in April.  That actually sped up my recovery, because of the long hours in the jacuzzi after a day of skiing (note to self:  add water jets to tub when re-doing bathroom).  A couple of cortisone shots here and there, and I was set.  Finally, back in May, the doc gave me the go-ahead to start light activity again.  Happily, I was able to wear normal shoes again, and started actually thinking about when I was going back.  I decided on July 7th.

But light physical activity?  Truth time, folks.  I haven't really done anything of the sort, and I am a little scared of what's going to happen on Monday.  

More after Monday...if I can still type after all the push-ups and squat thrusts and the like.

January 14, 2008: The Prodigal Private

Despite the looooong lag between now and my last entry, the drop in activity only occurred in the last 3.5 months. Why, do you ask? Life happens. It's unavoidable. Well at least a large part of it is.

August to mid-September saw me experiencing increasing pain and soreness in my knee which led me to consult an orthopedic surgeon (the same one who operated on my mother at the beginning of 2007). After a careful evaluation, he concluded that, while thankfully I didn't have rheumatoid arthritis, I had developed a minor case of "runner's knee". The combination of exercises had the cumulative effect of being punched in the kneecaps, and my knees had started to react. He advised against wearing high heels, climbing steps and performing exercises that would make me hyper-flex my knees (um, hello, which covers about everything in boot camp?!). Enough of the boring details.

September came and went, began a series of celebrations (my birthday week, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and then the most hectic holiday party schedule I had ever experienced). During this whole time, I thought to myself, let me enjoy the hard work I put into getting in shape, and live it up a bit! Met some great people, partied it up, including at the Pure Power Boot Camp Holiday Soiree; where my friend Sunil O. and I felt a lot more like strangers than we did the year before - emphasized by Ruben hollering at me when he saw me, and giving me the 3rd degree about where I had been. I promised myself I would go back to boot camp at the beginning of January, because I needed to be in shape to tackle the slopes of Interlaken in February 2008. At the same time, in preparation for my trip, I decided to undergo LASIK, which took place on January 5, and prevented me from going back for yet another week. So, January 14 was to be my first day back.

It was rather fitting that I should go back on this day, because 2 days before, I decided to stop dating the person I had met over the holidays, and the return to boot camp in a way symbolized a new beginning. That Monday, I made sure I was well-hydrated (2 liters of water went down in no time), and had gotten plenty of sleep the night before. As I walked down the familiar path on 21st Street (from 8th avenue eastward), I noticed major changes; the Jewish cemetery no longer had plastic covering various headstones, and in place of the garage where Sunil and I had once stood on our first day was now the concrete skeleton of a 14 story building, that would no doubt, eventually become ridiculously priced rentals/condos.

Heart beating a little faster, I stepped out of the elevator to find the lighting a bit dimmer, with the satellite radio station playing that good ol' pulsating dance music (thank goodness, because if Alex was running the class, we'd probably be listening to classic rock, since when does one work out to that?). My breathing quickened a bit as I looked around, tossed my coat and bags to the side, and dropped down for my 5 pushups. Walking to the pup tent to change, I caught Ruben and Niccio (the new DI) glancing over, and in his inimitable bark, Ruben shouted, "Oh, look who's back! VINCENT!!!!" But I saw a smile, which I returned as I went in to change.

Falling back into the routine felt good - my initial panic at the idea of coming back to boot camp after 3.5 months of literally no hardcore physical activity (boogie-ing down doesn't really count, does it?) was allayed by seeing familiar faces walk into the tent, and being greeted warmly, even someone asking me how my LASIK went (totally forgot I told her at the party). As a super-precaution, put both my knee supports on, walked out, stretched for about 5 minutes, and then waited for class to begin.

The class was extremely large (I have to estimate around 16-20), but when we walked over to the PT area to get ready to run, a fellow veteran recruit and I noticed that the vast majority of the class was hanging back. I told her, technically I should be at the back as well, but if I manage to set a certain pace, it will portend good things for the rest of my first time back. Niccio called out, "7:00, seven laps!" As I started out, I felt myself running with a long stride, thinking I felt much lighter than I had in the past, almost gazelle-like. Rounding out the first lap, I found myself at the back of the line, and wondering why the rest of the class wasn't hustling (was I that excited to be back?). Back to the PT area, partner stretches, and then into two lines for jumping jacks. As we counted towards 60, Niccio stood in front of me, and said, "I can't hear you!" I thought I turned the volume up enough, but he continued barking - "I don't have a headache! I want you to give me a headache!" Huh? Drop down into push-up position, where we waited until everyone got into form, which took a bit of time, and then Ruben called for 15 push-ups. As we got to three, Ruben got it into his head that we weren't being loud enough (something we haven't heard before *eye roll* - that he is louder than all 20 of us, and that we needed to start over). Back to zero, eliciting a groan from some in the back, but I was galvanized by my determination, took a breath, and went along with it. After 15, hold for a count of 20, and surprisingly enough, I didn't hear someone yelling at me to get my butt down. 15 mountain climbers. Then, a lap around, but they didn't give us a 12 second time limit.

Back to the PT area, where Ruben told us, "squat thrusts - 20". Now, this is normally something I detest, but given how long I had been away from them, I was curious to see how they would go. Still can't get them right, there is something about the way my legs come back from extending that is weird, and oddly makes them more difficult. Not wanting to break cadence, I surreptitiously skipped 4 of them. Could have been worse. Another lap around, and then Niccio called us over to the tires behind the INTENSITY wall. Let me interject something here - I forgot who my squad was, and accidentally went over to Ruben's squad, and he was like, "Vincent, what the hell are you doing? Get the f**k over to your squad!" Utterly embarrassed, I sprinted over to Niccio, and picked up a tire. He looked around at all of us, and called for 25 presses with squats. As opposed to blowing it out, I was more concerned about getting through, and while I may not have squatted as deeply as I could have, got through the 25. With zero protests/complaints, unlike one of the more vociferous women next to me. Then a lap around. And then when we got back to Ruben, 15 jumping jacks, and then another lap over to Niccio - it seemed they had this "alternate squads, exercise, and then another lap around" thing. Down into push up position, for 20 'feet-together-feet-apart'. I'll admit, I cheated on at least 4. Another lap, not before I collided with another recruit, who obviously was a newbie, and was attempting to throw her leg over the hurdle just as I passed by, and I got a swift and heavy kick to my left upper arm. Not fazed at all, over to Ruben for 20 leg lifts, which were broken up by various people dropping their legs way below the required 6 inches off the ground, as in, on the floor. I focused on my breathing, which might have seemed a bit annoying to the recruit next to me, but whatever works, right?

Next up, 20 jumping squat thrusts, and this is where I completely fell apart. I think I managed 10-13 of them. Niccio kept barking to keep cadence, but in the state I was in, even if he had counted at half the speed, I would have fallen behind. I stumbled into the lap over to Ruben, for yet another difficult exercise (given my lazyass state, in more active times, this would have been a snap) - 20 star jumpers. I tried to be as unobtrusive as I could, and hoped that other people would seem more poor in form, so I would get under the radar. No such luck, Ruben told me to get closer to the floor. Ouch. Then over again for the last set of alternating exercises, 20 jumping lunges. Definitely worried about their effect on my knees, and struggled not to topple over, while keeping my hands on my hips.

And would you believe, no water break yet??? Was this something new for PPBC 2008? When someone asked, Ruben said, "It's just psychological." No, it's cellular! Someone needs to send him back to Bio 101.

Everyone was called over to the PT area, where mats had been laid out. We partnered up for throwdowns, 2 sets. First set was 40, second set was 30; straight up and straight down, as opposed to the down-apart-together-up thing, which is infinitely harder. My partner (who, coincidentally, I found out at the end of class, was the one who kicked me, but no matter, she's new, and is just getting used to things) looked alarmed, but I reassured her, much like I had been reassured when I was in her position, that we could get through this. The first set, as the numbers got higher, I felt her struggling, and counted louder, and when we hit 20, counted backwards to motivate her to keep going; like someone had done for me, I advised her to inhale going up, and exhale going down. For my set, the first 40 flew by, with a bit of heaviness setting in for the last 5. Even tougher for both of us the next time, but I got even louder and more encouraging, willing her to get through it. Me, I struggled significantly more, but collectively we finished before the last pair had gotten through theirs. Ordered to start bear crawling around, which I was ready to do, but only a few lengths in, we were ordered to run it in. Timed situps, yet another low point in my session. First set, as many as we could do in 2 minutes. My number? 45. Pathetic. Second set, as many as we could do in 1 minute. 27 this time. Downright shameful. I could hear Ruben and Niccio discussing the next part of the class, who would take what part. I thought, okay, I am in the bottom 4.

Not so - yay! Ruben called me over to his squad, along with 3 other women, and the guys. I quickly realized that this meant that I wasn't going to be relegated to the "let's strengthen our cardio big time in between exercises" group. Ruben ordered each of us to grab a tire, and hold it up as he gave us our orders. We were to do 20 presses (no squats), grab some water (whoo hoo!), and then come back to do the obstacle course with our partner.

I got through the presses and ran over to gulp the most satisfying drink of water that a person could ever take, aside from one imbibed by a weary traveler discovering an oasis in the middle of the Gobi desert. Happy and hydrated, I trotted back to the course, where Ruben pointed to the first set of hurdles, and ordered me to go first (truth be told, it took me a second to re-acclimate myself to the order of the obstacle course). Despite not having jumped them in a while, I gleefully bounded over, alternating my right leg and my left leg, at such a pace, that Ruben, watching from the bottom of the rope net, ordered me to run back and go over them a second time (as my partner was plodding her way over). Under any other circumstances, making you do more work would elicit a complaint, but in the framework of this, it meant that they knew I could do more, which only fueled me up. Patiently, I waited my turn at the rope net, and then Ruben told me to hop up. He knows I can't do this. I shouted, "Ruben, you know I didn't have a growth spurt over Christmas!" I futilely attempted to jump, barely managing to get the ropes down to waist level. Ruben, mercifully realizing he had put me through enough, gave me a boost. Focused and agile, I didn't flounder on my stomach, instead was very aware of putting my feet on each rung of the net/ladder. The dismount was a different issue. Normally this is not an issue for me. You get to the top, make sure the rope is at your waist, grab it, and then flip yourself over. This time, as I came down, I got caught in the ropes, and was about to garrote myself, until a milisecond later, Ruben supported me until I could dislodge myself, cursing and jumping down. Swung across the log (the filthy water hasn't been there in a long time, maybe someone caught e.coli from it, so Lauren had to remove it), and as I crawled under the 'barbed wire', kept my eyes closed, to minimize the risk of the shredded tire dust getting into my eyes. (Earlier, I definitely felt the sensitivity in my eyes when the sweat poured in as I attempted my situps, so I was more aware of the fact that my eyes are probably still healing). Hopped over the second set of hurdles, decidedly less nimbly than I had tackled the earlier set; then over to the three walls. First and second ones, no problem. Then that damn third wall. I looked at the word PERSEVERANCE in front of me, paused and contemplated, and tried to hop up. No dice. Ran at it in the Neanderthal way my friend Sunil would have. Nothing. And, I hate to admit, looked around, and then jogged around it. I suck.

Thankfully Ruben didn't notice, because when I came over, he told me to get up on the monkey bars. The problem? The weight bench which normally was positioned at the beginning of the monkey bars was no longer there. How was I supposed to get up? Ruben came over, and said, "Jump up, Vincent." I tried in vain, and, in an attempt to lighten the situation, I was like, "What the hell? Is this Great Adventure now? I say, I say, you must be this tall to be in boot camp?" Ruben chuckled, and helped me up onto the first bar. Unlike in the past, where I have endured facial injury on this obstacle; I focused and swung from bar to bar, 1/3 of the way before I lost my grip and fell off. Tried it again, got through the same length, and then fell down again. Ruben seemed to be satisfied, because he told me to get on the rock wall, before walking away to bark at a few newbies. There is a technique to getting around this wall, and in the past, I always used to blame my short limbs. This year, I have less patience for people around me when they make excuses, so maybe it manifested itself in my attitude in getting through the course. Foot on a peg, reach out with your right hand, and hug the wall as close as you can (being a girl who isn't completely flat as a pancake).

Last up, 25 dips against the windowsill, followed by 10 pushups - 3 sets. Ack. But it seems like we were allowed to do things at our own pace more than before, so I got through, and then grabbed a drink before 24 group situps.

This was exactly what I needed to come back. Cheesily, I cued up the theme song to "Laverne & Shirley" and just about danced to the subway, to go home euphoric.

Today is a different issue. Stiffness started to set in around noon, and as the day went on, I thought to myself, this is a really bad week to have broken up with a licensed massage therapist. Oh well, let's see what Thursday brings, kids.

July 2: How Judy Got Her Groove Back

Since my last post, overall, I've generally been good. For three weeks straight I attended every scheduled class (Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays at 7PM). But then, summer arrived. And then it got me thinking, hell, I've been working hard on getting myself in shape (combined with 3 months of NutriSystem - after 30, you do have to combine diet and exercise, as much as you want to deny it), I should enjoy the fruits of my labor! Not to mention that I was flying high over buying much smaller sizes when I went shopping. Good times ensued and then when I came back to boot camp, it was downright awful. And this was only after 1 week of not going to class. I'm not going to rehash the ups and downs, but suffice to say, there were more downs than ups. Even though I was thinner, my muscular strength seemed to have descended to a new low. And I KNOW the DIs noticed; Ruben and Wong would let me off easier, presumably because of the pathetic look on my face. The lowest of the low hit new levels when about 2 weeks ago (partly due to the oppressive humidity in the place), I physically and mentally rebelled against staying in class, and I actually left in the middle of the session. I fought back tears brought on by an acute sense of failure and self-loathing. Eventually I got back to a point where I got through. Not finishing strong, but in more of a resigned fashion.

This past weekend was activity packed and downright bacchanalian. You have never experienced true pain until you are severely hungover on a Sunday, have both your parents AND a bishop in your apartment, are serving them tea, and desperately are trying not to hurl as you move about. After much rest, I was determined not to have a goat-girl session at boot camp. Would it happen? I'd have to wait until 7PM the next day to find out.

That day, I came in later than usual, given that my co-worker felt the need to discuss hypothetical solutions to inter-office drama (my approach was a lot less diplomatic, hence why I opt not to be in management). The pushups on the way in were merely okay.

Sunil O. was in class (he had switched to Monday mornings a while ago, but switched back due to a temporary relocation back home out of the city). We took places toward the back of the group in the PT area, which for the first time in a long time, I felt okay with. Lately, since the pole position hasn't been working for me, I somewhat resigned myself to the back of the class.

Ruben called for the 7:00 class to start, so I trotted around the gym 7 times (did that without losing my breath). Back to the PT area for group stretches, where I continued to try stretching my right groin muscle - which never seems to be quite as flexible as the left side. Started off the warm-up with 30 jumping jacks. Facing each other, Wong ordered us to do 25 squat thrusts, and I motored through them (surprisingly so) as the 3 drill instructors paced up and down the rows. Down to push up position, into 20 slowly paced mountain climbers, with Wong making sure our knee came up to our chest each time (or as close as possible). Held the push-up position for a count of 20, and then we immediately moved onto 15 push-ups (I did not even attempt the regular ones). Back up on our feet, and then high knees for a count of 25, counting back down.

Next up, Wong demonstrated a combination exercise for us, which consisted of a right leg lunge, left leg lunge, then into a squat, which counted for 1 rep; we were to do 25 of these. The first one, people didn't quite grasp that you had to holler out a number after you finished the whole rep, but for some reason, I was on autopilot and did so. Wong, troubled by the lack of uniformity, made us start back from zero, but prior, Alex looked at me and hollered, "Good job, Vincent." I held back a smile, and kept on going. After we finished, it was two laps around the gym to stretch out our legs, back into high knees. On our backs, heads off the ground for 25 leg lifts; as I was sharply exhaling after each lift, I could hear Ruben and Wong harassing Sunil, something about keeping his legs up. Held our left six inches off the ground for a backwards count of 20, and then we went directly into flutter kicks. Admittedly I paused on the 11th and the 13th, but was very aware of Wong threatening to start everyone over if anyone dropped their legs. Another count of 20, and then 12 seconds to get around the gym. As everyone made their way around, Wong sent them directly into high knees until everyone got back. 20 lunges on each leg started to get a bit more challenging, but I kept on going. Ruben walked up and down the rows, and tried to throw me off by standing in front of me, but I was focused on getting through the lunges and stared straight ahead. After a few seconds of this, realizing I was ignoring him, he moved back next to Alex.

Warmup continued with 25 star jumpers, which seemed okay at first, until Wong told me to sit down further (Vincent, you're shorter than Oommen, why is he lower than you?). Tough, but I didn't want to punk out, since warm-up always seems to set the tone for the rest of the class. Another lap around, and then we were made to face a partner; one person grabbed a mat, for 2 sets of 40 throwdowns. After a moment of confusion, which made my partner get together with the person diagonally across from me, I went and partnered up with another woman. Responding to Alex's imperiously arched eyebrow, I said, "Personnel change". For the throwdowns, they were not the straight up-and-down kind. To make things more challenging, you had to start with your legs perpendicular to the floor, and as your partner threw your legs down, when your legs were parallel to the floor, you had to open and close them. We got through them rather quickly, at which point Alex ordered us to run around the gym. As I passed by, I caught an earful of the DIs discussing how to divide up the squads (the previous class had three different ones, each doing a different task). Alex said, "I'll take the first four." Yay, I was in the first four!

As we made our way around the gym, Alex called us over to the tires behind the Intensity wall. He ordered us to grab a tire, and hold it above our heads, for 20 tire presses. But for some reason, he forgot about that once we hit 20, and we went to 25 (the magic number of the day, it seems). Dropped the tire for pushups, but when I positioned myself, Alex stopped everyone and made people get off their knees (apparently I wasn't the only one trying to do the girly push-ups). I gritted my teeth and did my best to find solid footing on the shredded tire surface (akin to the way I have seen my cat making a space for himself amongst my bedding). All I could manage was 5, and then I dropped to my knees. Next round started off with 15 presses. I struggled towards the end, paused for a moment, and then Alex was like, "I've got my eye on you." He gave me this sideways look (which was all he could manage, given that he was standing right next to me), daring me to not life the tire again. Got through it. And then another 10 push-ups.

Ran around once, then over to the hurdles. I went over them the only way I am used to (despite Alex's previous attempts to get me to put my foot up on the hurdle, which resulted in my knee being up around my ear in a most unnatural fashion). Over to the rock wall, where we had to do 50 sit-ups, touching the wall each time. Then to the 3 walls, which I hadn't done in a long time, and that third wall proved particularly daunting (my skinned knees can attest to that). Over to the Intensity Wall, where my initial climb started our fine, and then as I got to the top, I couldn't grab the rope to pull myself over. It took some *ahem* posterior support from Alex to get me that last few inches to be able to grip the top of the wall and then with a tribal yell I got over and climbed down the other side, to be greeted with a high-five. He told me to grab a tire and join the rest of my squad over on the other side of the course. The combination exercise that we were doing next was a tire press, squat thrust, then a push up. 25 of them - ack. I think I got to 16; then Alex said once the woman in front of me finished, then I was done.

Over to Ruben, where he granted us a water break, and then he had one person grab a boxing pad, and the other person put on gloves. Ruben mapped out the routine to us, which was 30 seconds of a left jab, 30 seconds of a right jab, and then 30 seconds of a left-right combo. When we switched, my partner had to have her own gloves, rationalizing that all of them were sweaty, but the sweat was older in the other gloves (wouldn't that mean the funk factor would be higher? Or was she looking at wearing my gloves as a form of sloppy seconds? Either way, whatEVER). The next round was 45 seconds of what Ruben described as "b*lls out, no pretty faces, everything you've got wildness." 45 seconds of left-right jabs, and then we were done.

Wong was waiting for us under the monkey bars as we lunged over from the PT area. He set up a circuit of free weights, in between we were to run 2 laps. The first station was 25 (surprise) seated shoulder presses with 12-pound dumbbells. I did them the wrong way until I hit 12, and then Wong corrected me; then I was doing them the WONG way (yes, I went there). Second task - 25 squats holding a 35-pound dumbbell - I loudly protested, was he kidding? Forget about the fact that it was as long as my ankle to the top of my calf. Still, I tried. But as I reached 20, my back really started to feel it (letting my age in, here). Wong thankfully let me stop at 20, and then I ran 2 laps. By the time I got to the bicep curls station, the DIs signaled to each other that class was over. 25 group sit-ups, finished strong, and had a feeling of triumph like I hadn't felt in a long time.

Capped off the evening by checking out kitchen and bathroom tiles at Home Depot with Sunil, who is in the blissful throes of home improvement. Getting some ideas myself.Oh, and two days later, my butt is ridiculously sore. Damn those squats!

April 30, 2007: One Of These Days, These Boots Are Gonna Walk All Over You……

It has been a whole two weeks since I last went. Week 1, went once, and then took the rest of the week off, friend visiting from out of town. Week 2 – crappy on Monday, knocked out Tuesday Wednesday, and recuperated the rest of the weekend, missing social obligations to do so, but I knew that if I went out on Saturday night, it would set me back BIG time. I had to go back – the additional incentive, the OTHER Sunil was going back on the 30th. From the time he re-upped to the week before, I had spent several gleeful conversations doing my best to give him flack and scare him – even choosing the same Full Metal Jacket/R. Lee Ermey picture to send to him just to add insult to injury.

I walked in, did my 5 push-ups, and made my way across the obstacle course, the only clear space, given the size of the class, which had to have been around 20. Alex gave me his special greeting – two fingers in a V across his chest (this could either be a peace sign, or V for Vincent. In my own happy storybook world, it is the latter). Wondered what was in store as I saw the huge class ahead of us struggling with tire sit-ups, squat thrusts after arm curls with the bar, and punching bag exercises, and spent a good 15 minutes seeing which squad was doing what. Nothing looked easy. Sunil came out, having changed into his camos, looking a bit nervous. I couldn’t help but grin and chuckle. I gave him a playful punch on the shoulder and headed over to the PT area to start our warm-up. I was a bit torn between wanting to hang toward the back where he was, and staying at the front, where I always start. I chose to stay near the front to give myself a good starting pace – always key.

We began with 7 laps around, came back without my heart exploding, thankfully. Partner stretches – I offered to pair up with Sunil – he had no idea what he was doing (apparently when he did boot camp they didn’t stretch out like we did); leaned hard on him (I knew he could take it). When it came time to introduce ourselves, forgetting the years before, Sunil shouted out his first name. Whaaat? Was he on crack? He knows better now. Then, 30 jumping jacks – I was wondering why were they letting us off so easily, but I should have known better. Into push up position for 15 push-ups. Back on our feet, facing reach other. Ruben did his best to startle me as I faced Sunil – it worked, I flinched a bit (I shouldn’t have been surprised, he hollered out my name when he saw me waiting for class, which meant that I was possibly in for a world of haranguing that day) Next - squat thrusts – they said we were going to 25, groan, amazingly enough, I didn’t falter as much as I thought, but then people weren’t sounding off to their satisfaction, so we kept on going!!! We went to 50!!!!! And Alex had the audacity to single me out when I started losing it – realistically speaking, I think I only missed 5. 45 in total, have NEVER done that before.

On our backs for leg lifts – too slow, Ruben barked ’12 seconds’ – which I think I was extra sensitive to hearing his voice, I bolted like it was nobody’s business. Back to the PT area, for 15 more push ups. On our backs again, but then another 12 seconds around the gym – are you kidding me – and then my position shifted further from the wall. As I lay there, doing my leg lifts, Alex loomed over, and decided to step on me, eliciting a slight ‘oof’ (he’s definitely heavier than Ruben). And then, since I seemed to be having a too easy time, in his eyes, he pushed my feet together and then threw my feet to the floor several times, which made me grumble at him – “Alex, these are leg lifts, not throwdowns!” When we were finished with that – we had to hold for a count of 20 (when I bent my legs slightly, Wong shouted at me to straighten them out). Up on our feet, high knees for a count of 25, DI barking for us to sound off louder. Then facing our partner, we did lunges, 15 on each leg, with our opposite knee touching the ground – my partner and I looked at each other with a combination of glee and determination as we counted off our lunges – YEAH!

Down to push up position, hold. First line was to hold in plank position, while the other would run two laps. I had to run first, no problem. When I was planking, inevitably I heard “Vincent, get that butt down!” Luckily my partner was a quick runner. Second time in plank position, Ruben called out, “I think Vincent has an a$$ problem” Funny, I muttered into the ground, I don’t have any problem with my a$$. Only to find Alex’s boot on it, pushing me down. These guys must have missed me LOADS.

When we finished 3 rounds, my partner was ordered to grab a bar, and I grabbed a tire, and we headed over to the hurdles to do 100 tire sit-ups. How was I going to handle this? Managed it, surprisingly. Initially, I broke them down into counts of 25, but I found that I didn’t need to focus as much, using the bar as momentum to help me. Ruben came over and with his hands and face over the wall, continued his haranguing – asking me where I’d been, and when I told him I’d had the flu, he was like, “You should have come in and sweat it out. I’m sick, and I am still here.” Smoothly as I came up from my sit-up, I grinned and said, “Mental illness doesn’t count.” A brief smile appeared on his face, replaced with, “oh, I see how it’s gonna be.” Meaning future pain and torture. We were at 80 at this point, and I needed a bit of assistance, so I grabbed my leg once or twice. Bad cop Ruben kicked in, and he threatened to make me start from zero if I grabbed my leg again. Our count got louder as we got to 100, made it! Water break? No, Ruben said, water is for wimps. Then he sent us over to Alex, who mercifully did give us a 10 second water break.

Grabbed a 15-pound green bar and then started around the gym for a lap of lunges and arm curls. Having done no upper body exercises the last two weeks definitely made it tougher, and my legs felt like rubber after the 15 count lunges from earlier in the class. My lunges were definitely not the long-stride-down-to-the-ground type that I was used to doing. Made it around eventually. Next, you had to place your hands two inches apart in the middle of the bar with feet shoulder length apart facing away from the course. You had to squat down to the ground, and then come up, bring the bar to your chin, lower it to hip level, flip the other way, and do the same thing, all the way around the course. Boy was I slow at this point. Made it around a little over halfway when Alex called for me to run it in.

Next exercise was boxing. I picked up the boxing pad, and hooked my arms into the handles in back. My partner was to do a 1-2 jab, which was 1 count, up to 50. Switched places, and I did my 50. Then we ran two laps, my partner holding the pad. Came back to the PT area, and switched positions, and Alex gathered everyone around to demonstrate the next exercise. It became obvious very quickly that he was going to use me to help him – I am sure my face was a mixture of incredulousness and fear, and other people looked at him like, could you choose someone beside the smallest person in the squad? Nope. Alex made me position the pad at a slight downward angle, held my shoulders, telling everyone each step of the way what he was doing.

“You’re going to hold your partner’s shoulders, and bring your left foot back, and then as hard as you can, hit the bag with your knee.”

I managed to stand my ground; definitely took a lot of resistance to go against a 5’9 buff drill instructor – couldn’t let him knock me off my feet. When someone gasped when he hit the bag the first two times, they were like, couldn’t you have used someone else? He said, “She can take it.” Yay. My partner completed her 25 reps on each leg, and then we switched. As I was just on my 8th rep on my left leg, I felt someone come up behind me – it was Sunil; he came up close and said something like, “five foot nothin’, hundred pounds nothin” I told him to get away. That’s my buddy for you. Clowning around. I finished up my reps, and then we did 2 laps, with me holding the bag above my head. Tough getting around the second time, with Alex hollering at me to get a move on. Came back to the PT area, and then Alex told us to bear crawl to Ruben.

We moved over the windowsill, where Ruben assigned us our next task. First, 25 dips against the windowsill, then 15 diamond push-ups against the sandbags, and then over to the tires for 40 squats. We were to do this 3 times. First circuit was fine – if you cheat a bit and do your dips really quickly, you can get through them fine; and diamond push-ups on your knees are still challenging. Tire squats usually aren’t too tough, but since I hadn’t done them in forever, took a bit longer. Then back to the windowsill to repeat it again. This time, I tried to be good and do the dips slower to try and challenge myself, but had to take a pause at 15, and then start up again; finishing up at the tires, slower this time. Third time around, the toughest, naturally so. By the time I got to the tires, I was moving at a snail’s pace; Alex definitely saw me, but since I was in another squad, couldn’t yell at me. Made it to 31, thought I could speed through because they had called for group sit-ups, but felt content to almost make it. As I flopped down near the wall, getting ready for sit-ups, listened to Sunil continue his clowning on the other side of Davis, and giggling about it – Ruben promptly told me to shut my hole, and then started counting off. They had us do 24, which was weird.

I’m definitely feeling the second day effects today. But thankful to have gotten through, and feeling all warm and fuzzy, having been more than adequately welcomed back by the drill instructors’ boots.

March 21: For the longest time

So, remember the slightly self-righteous, overly enthusiastic way I ended my last post? Well, pride goeth before a fall. Life has a way of making you check yourself. After my last post, dental issues started creeping up; an abscessed molar due to an incomplete root canal (which was started my first week or so of boot camp) put me out of commission for two whole working days, and then the subsequent visits to the dentist equipped me with this sense of self-pampering which made me skip one class, then the next, then the next one......until I found myself looking at the calendar, fully intending on going back to class on March 19. But then what happened? Root canal. Was impossible to go to boot camp after that. Wednesday came, and I almost didn't go - Dad called and said that my uncle was in town - but I firmly told him (and myself) that if I didn't go back that night, I would regret it.

Wednesday, just to prepare to return after the longest hiatus since I started, I helped myself to a second cup of the office coffee (espresso strength) in the afternoon, accompanied by tons of water. When I walked in, the new receptionist looked surprised as I initialed by my name. In the pup tent, as various people walked in, they looked surprised to see me and asked me if I had been away. "Nope." I then went on to explain the dental issues. The rest, chalked up to laziness.

Before the DIs even called for us to start our laps, one highly ambitious recruit started running around the gym. Ironically enough, this was a woman who, just a few weeks back, had trouble even wearing her uniform. But it didn't strike me as inspired as much as it seemed like she was just trying to seem better than the other recruits. Call it my early impressions of her sticking in my mind. Finished with those, into group stretches. Would you believe, when it came time to do a butterfly stretch, instead of pushing my partner's knees down as they sat Indian style, I forgot and pushed down on her back. I quickly realized my mistake and corrected myself. Not without Titus noticing, of course, and he grinned momentarily and said, "Good job Vincent." Color me embarrassed.

Started off with 75 jumping jacks - managed those well enough. Next, 15 push-ups, to their count. Collectively, people had a bit of trouble with the first couple because people didn't understand that they had to shout out the number when they went down, not as they came back up; we got it together eventually. Followed by 20 squat thrusts - I made it to 16/17 (I think Alex noticed, but he didn't call me out on it). Back to 25 jumping jacks, this time a bit more of a challenge, the sweat started to trickle down my forehead. 15 more squat thrusts - started to get painful, and the 'Judy looking like a frog' syndrome started to kick in. The next 15 push-ups were definitely tougher, and I looked over to find the woman next to me (more of a newbie) doing them in the non-girly way. Fine, I am making NO progress, am merely thankful to be able to get through. On our backs for leg lifts - 30 of them, and to make things tougher, Titus called out for us to get our heads and shoulder blades off the ground - ugh. I can't say I held my head up for all of them, but made my best effort. And when we finished the leg lifts, we were ordered to hold our legs 6 inches off the ground for a count of 20. Titus walked up to me and pushed my legs closer to the ground (definitely was lower than 6 inches), and I KNOW he saw the tensed-up, gritted-teeth rictus of pain/determination I had on my face, and heard the strain in my voice as I counted backwards to 1. Then, 12 seconds to get around the gym.

Back to the PT area, high knees for a count of 20, then time for 15 star jumpers - made tougher by Alex pushing me further down into a sitting position. Immediately followed by 20 jumping lunges. My legs started to feel progressively stiffer and heavier, so I didn't lunge as deeply as I normally would. Drop down to push up position, into 20 reps of feet-together-feet-apart. (Note: having had 4 inches of my hair cut off recently, my ponytail was NOT staying in place, and periodically caused me to try and blow my bangs out of my face.)

The last part of the warm-up was challenging in a new way. After the previous exercise, we were ordered to hold in push-up position, and then raise our left arms for a count of 25. Then our right arms, then the left leg, and then the right leg. And then we all did the hokey pokey and turned ourselves around - kidding. If that wasn't tough enough, back to push up position, and then were made to raise our left arm AND right leg (Alex happened to be passing by me and decided to pull my leg - literally). Then, switch it up - and the right-arm-left-leg up for a count of 25. Finally, the last 12 seconds to get around the gym. WHEW.

We were divided up into squads; Alex was overseeing mine (purrrrrr). We were brought over to behind the INTENSITY wall, where we were given our first exercise - tire sit-ups, where you were partnered up, and as you came up, had to punch left-right-left-right, and that was one rep. 100 of those. Fortunately, I was paired up with a woman who hadn't been back for a long time as well. So we focused on pacing ourselves - I'll admit, I didn't do the full 100; I did rest a couple of times when she kept on motoring through. Having completed that task, we were allowed a water break - thank god.

We lined up in front of Alex, and he explained what we were to do next - we were going to partner up and do the obstacle course, but in between each obstacle, we were to do 15 star jumpers. (Note: with this in mind, I will skip over the obvious repetitive mention of the star jumpers, in the interest of brevity) Over the first set of hurdles, into the rope net; my partner was motoring waaay ahead of me until Alex told her that she had to wait for me. Over the second set of hurdles, then we paused, having a collective brain fart, wondering if we had to do the star jumpers. Titus, even though he wasn't directing our squad, flexed his muscles and threatened us with knuckle sandwiches if we didn't get a move on. Over the walls, then to the monkey bars. I thought I wouldn't be able to make it, but with the help of my partner spotting me the whole way through, I got across - YAY. The next obstacle was the climbing wall - which was ludicrous in my eyes, because honestly, it wasn't built for people with limbs as short as mine. I attempted to protest to Alex, but he said, "Bullsh*t, Vincent, I've seen you do this, so get up there." I told him he was confused with another short Indian recruit. He smirked and jerked his chin towards the wall.

I made it across part of the wall, and then did a wall squat as I waited for my partner to get over the log belly rollers. Alex saw me waiting, walked over with his usual Alex manly-man swagger, and said, "Vincent, did you get around that wall, or did you cheese d*ck it?" Shocked, I busted out laughing, and managed to sputter, "Alex, what does that mean?" He grinned his boyish grin, and walked away for a minute. When he came back to get ready to help me up onto the logs, I looked at him and demanded that he tell me what it meant, otherwise I would use it in polite company. He looked a bit sheepish, and said, "You know, cheese d*ck, it means, did you bullsh*t it......" I thought it was the best phrase I had ever heard, and vowed to use it on my juniors (when the opportunity presented itself). But when I got over the log rollers and was preparing to get up the INTENSITY wall, Alex said it was time to switch things up - he denied me the wall!!! Dammit!!

Over in the PT area, Wong instructed us to grab a green bar, and then go into a lap of lunges paired up with a bicep curl. Now, normally these are easy for me, but halfway around, they got tougher - probably due to the long hiatus. Back to Wong - we were to do 30 bicep curls, 30 squat/lifts, and then 30 overhead curls. As I was going through my reps, Wong walked up and down the line, and decided to punch me in the stomach to check my form - argh. We rounded out the exercises with another 30 bicep curls - that was all I could manage in the time allotted - I quickly finished them and headed over to the rock wall. We did our 20, and then class was done.

I was definitely happy that I made it through, and learned a new phrase to boot.