Joanna and Naomi do Bootcamp

Nothing I own is water proof. Not even my rain jacket – which one would assume, by the purpose of said article of clothing, it would be. But no.

I woke up this morning to the sound of a text message at 5 am, which I ignored for 15 minutes until my alarm went off. The text was from Naomi, saying she wouldn’t be coming to bootcamp this morning, so it’d be a solo event. And due to the wonderful weather – driving rain – she wasn’t the only person who didn’t show. The trainers had to make up a lot of the exercises on the fly, to ensure we stayed warm. This boiled down to a lot of running.  It didn’t even work that well – during sprints my legs didn’t seem to go much faster due to the cold and damp.

I could only think of how jealous I was of ship captains, with their yellow rain suits and souwesters that can clearly withstand a gale or two, and how much I wanted a huge mug of tea post workout.

We did our stretching inside the Eau Claire Market, which was nice because it was warm and dry. The downside was leaving Eau Claire, still in our sodden jackets, and haveing to march back over Prince’s Island Park and up the stairs to my oh-so-unconvieniently situated car.