Fat. I haz it. A lot of it. I know “a lot” is relative. And if you saw me in person, you’d be all “What are you talking about? You’re so skinny!” Except I’m not. I know how to dress for my body type and I’m smaller than the “average” American woman. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m carrying an extra 15ish pounds (and the spare tire around my waist) that I shouldn’t be. Enter Camp Gladiator.
I am not a fan of working out. I have gone through periods in my life where I’ve done it (because let’s be honest, I love the results!), but I hate it. I hate to run, I hate to lift weights, I hate stationary machines … It all blows. The only 2 things that I’ve ever truly enjoyed are hip-hop class (NOT Zumba) and kickboxing. I was actually going to kickboxing when I got pregnant with Jude but had to stop because my OB deemed it to high-impact for me. I tried Zumba for a couple of months after that but even with a good instructor, it just felt like glorified Jazzercize. And now, neither one of those works with my “Mom of 3” schedule. Enter Camp Gladiator.
For months I’ve been seeing friends post on social media about Camp Gladiator. And to listen to them talk about it, it sounded like everything I hate about working out, starting with being outside. For me, outside is only enjoyable if I’m poolside, on a beach or on a patio with an alcohol treat. You can see why CG would not be for me! But a friend offering up a free month to Camp Gladiator combined with the fact that only about 25% of the clothes in my closet actually fit, forced my hand. It was time. Except I wasn’t ready. For a myriad of reasons. The biggest one being I didn’t have shoes … or weights … or a yoga mat … or shoes.
I am not a girl who wears tennis shoes. Because I don’t work out, I have no need. I actually had several pairs up until about 6 months ago. Sure they were old (albeit in excellent condition due to lack of use) and out of style. And possibly a tad heavy. Do you know how heavy cross trainers were 10 years ago? Heavy. So, I got rid of them. Which meant I had to buy new ones for Camp Gladiator.
It will probably amuse you to know that Sydney’s reaction to seeing my new shoes was, “MOMMY! YOU have TENNIS SHOES?? I’ve NEVER seen you wear TENNIS SHOES!” *side eye* Look, little girl. I don’t need commentary from a 7 year old.
Today was my 5th workout. I’m still alive and I haven’t quit. Don’t get me wrong. It’s hard. And it sucks. And it’s hard. But I don’t hate it. I also don’t love it. But I don’t hate it. There may even be a few things that I like. Like the fact that ‘s never the same workout, so I don’t get bored. And everyone works at their own pace which means there are a few people who are way ahead and a few people that are way behind and a LOT of people who are all working at roughly the same pace. And it’s a great community. Everyone is really nice and supportive. And if you’re a whiner (like someone we know), there’s probably someone who will whine just enough that you don’t feel all alone but not enough to allow you to quit.
I’ll also say that after only 5 workouts, I can see a slight difference in my body. It’s not significant and I probably haven’t lost any measurable weight. And if I have, it’s probably only a little water weight (I haven’t adjusted my diet yet because baby steps!). But I can see it. Plus, I can run the entire 5 minute warm-up run without stopping and without wanting to puke. And even though cardio is usually the most difficult for me, at CG the cardio is actually easier for me than the strength training. Who knew?
So I’m probably going to stick with it …
Even though on my first day, the girl who said we could suffer through together (and also said she was a first timer) lapped me during the warm-up run.
Even though I nearly had a heart attack when I spotted a dying bird along the path of one of our runs. (This is why people should work out indoors. Thankfully someone picked it up and moved it. Gag.)
Even though all that jumping is NOT designed for someone who has pushed 3 babies out of their nether regions.
Even though I really, really, really DON’T love it. I’m gonna stick with it. Because I don’t hate it. And because 6 months from now when everything in my closet fits, I’ll be glad I did. I think. In the meantime …
CG WUT-WUT!! Or some such.