Boot Camp: Day 1
My alarm went off at 5:20am. The last time I willingly left my house before 6:00am was on Black Friday - and let me tell you something, that wasn't torture. Boot camp, however, is torture. Maybe I sorta got sucked in. I was excited by my tremendous savings and even patted myself on the back for snagging such a great deal. How bad could it really be? After all the word CAMP is part of the name. Camp brings to mind s'mores, cozy cabins, sing alongs, and crafty projects with BFFs (all things that I thoroughly enjoy). Let me assure you that none of the aforementioned things are part of boot camp. Nope - not one. Skinny friend (name changed to protect the innocent) signed up to go with me but couldn't be there for the first day. So there I was all alone facing certain (no - not death) torture.
As I walked into the un-airconditioned building armed with only a water bottle I asked myself, "What did I sign up for?"
So was it as bad as you thought it would be?
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