Ask and ye shall receive.

I am fiberblasted...flabberblasted...fiberlglasted...oh geeze, blown away by how sore I am today.  I asked Kristina if it were possible to bring back the old tradition of playing Ultimate Frisbee this Thursday.  In years past Tom would bust out the bee and we would play maybe once a month for the entire class instead of doing a typical boot camp class.  Well as the title suggests, I asked and then received.  Needless to say, last night we played a killer game of Ultimate Frisbee and got in an absolute great workout.  I forwarded her the rules, ran out to Target and bought a Frisbee for her to keep with all our workout equipment with the hopes we can make this a little boot camp tradition.  I am more sore today than I have been the past couple of weeks.  Maybe it's from all the jockeying back and forth, the small bursts of sprinting, the reaching and jumping to block and stop plays, but I am sitting here now one sore mofo.  My feet, my legs, my back muscles, even my lungs, great googly moogly I am getting old.  Not going to lie, I hurt...all over.  But damn did we have fun.  Fitness is not just about power lifting, or winning races, or being the World's Toughest Mudder, sometimes it's about finding a way to get in a workout and having a good time.  We did both last night and I absolutely loved it.

And if you are anything like Brent and his new shiner, this is not how you catch a Frisbee.

So we spent last night in Jail...

Holy moly what a week!  I am whooped.  As of this morning I have gotten in three workouts, one Burke Lake run and two boot camps.  I am so glad I was able to make it to class last night since we played Boot Camp Monopoly.  Good God I love this game.  It really makes for such a fun class and adds even a little more friendly competition to the evening (friendly being the key word here ladies).  I think it's safe to say that Brent and I spent the better part of the evening in Jail.  Eight times.  Eight friggin times we got sent to jail.  Let me paint a picture for you with my words.  Roll the dice, yeay a three, we do 20 leaping lunges.  Roll the dice again, a six, sweet making our way around the board, run three laps.  Roll the dice, two, pass GO, collect our check mark for one completed lap, do 20 bicep curls and 20 up right rows, hell yess already breaking a killer sweat.  Roll the dice, three, push ups - 20 regular, 20 wide and 20 diamond.  Roll the dice again, four...DAMN IT, jail, 20 burpees.  Now here is where things become interesting.  From Jail, Go to Jail is exactly one roll of the dice away if you roll a six, oh how I hate you Mr. Six.  So what do we do, we roll a six, Go to Jail, 20 more burpees.  New burpee count - 40.  "Brent roll again, roll another six and I will beat you."  Six, DAMN IT!!  20 more burpees, new updated burpee count - 60.  I am picturing the movie Groundhog day because this keeps again, and again, and again.  Eat, sleep, burpee, repeat.  End of class total burpee count - 160.  Let me do some slight mathematics for you, that is a shit-ton of burpees.  The word of the day today is ouch.  Legs - ouch, arms/shoulders - ouch.  Ouch, ouch, ouch.  Good God I friggin love it.  Here are some pics of what all this madness looks like from the parking garage, thank you Kristina for all the pics!!

Us in Jail, burpeeing it up.

Brent, what happened to you head?

This week started week one of my 10 week training program for the Army 10 Miler coming up in October, and so far I only have run once so I definitely need to get in a weekend run fo sho.  Here is my training plan for the next 9.5 weeks.  I made this myself but am essentially following a 10 mile Hal Higdon training plan just slightly modified to accommodate my workout routine.  This may change slightly some days but ideally this is what I am going to try and follow.  I am nervous even putting this next sentence into words but (deep breath) here is goes.  My goal for this race it to beat all other times of any previously run 10 miler.  Whew, that has hard to get out.  I am scared, I am nervous.  I always seem to struggle with the training, things come up, this, that, yada yada, blah, blah, blah, it just doesn't seem to go well for me.  And that is my fault, I make it not go well by my lack of commitment.  Well I am committed this year and I plan to achieve my goal.  Best previous time was 1 hour 36 minutes (9:36 pace).  That is not very fast but it's fast for me.  Maybe this year will finally be the year I finally beat my wife, whoa that came out all wrong, I do not beat my wife, maybe this year will finally be the year that I run a faster time than Hila.  On second thought I am not making that my goal because she is a beast and will surely make me eat those words...