Joanna and Naomi do Bootcamp

Sorry about the lapse – I could say I was washed ashore on a deserted island for the weekend, without a computer handy after my plane mysteriously went down, but then I’d be plagiarizing. I was visiting with a friend for part of the weekend and bootcamp clearly wasn’t on my mind. Instead, we found a fierce apartment in Mission for the summer. Fierce! (Plagiarism – perhaps I like it more than I lead on.)

Speaking of other methods of copying, we have a run every morning in bootcamp for warmup. Unless I’m at the front of the group, and I’m never at the front of the group, I copy the pace of the person in front of me. I go the same speed as them, and keep at pretty much the same distance. I realize this course is only supposed to challenge ourselves, to champion against our inner lazy-pants. But in real life, that doesn’t happen. Competition makes it possible to run that little bit faster, to ignore your heart pounding up your throat, to swallow down the taste of blood and the raggedness of your breath; if only to beat the person in front of you.  

So what does it mean when I’m content to remain at the same pace as the person in front of me? Why I am only motivated when I’m first, when I can hear the person behind me wheezing and that spurs me on to put greater distances between us? Fear of failure? Let’s remember, this is only supposed to be a race between who we were, and who we want to be. I don’t fit into my competition model unless I’m the leader to begin with. Ah well, always the bridesmaid – never the bride.  Freud can analyze it later, I’m more for solid numbers and equations.

Thanks to the Children’s Shows of something something on the weekend – a wet weekend, to be sure, we had shelter for our exercises today. In the form of large, colourful tents. We still had to run in the rain. That never changes. It hurt to put my arms akimbo this morning, something was definitely stretched today.

Tomorrow – rain.