LOVE-HATE SITUATION

What a morning, I thought I would share about it while it is fresh on my mind. Last week I started a class at the gym. It's a boot camp class. It has been pretty intense and I have been very sore but I can do it no problem. Well, today I show up at 9:53 a bit early so the only one there, she tells me to start running. She never said how long so I just kept going. One by one someone else would join in and by the time class actually started I had ran 8 times around (which may not seem to bad for some but running is not my thing) I am in a full on sweat. She tells us to come on over so we can start the class. START THE CLASS? I was dying and the class hadn't even started. I kept wondering to myself how i was going to get through this hour. We did an obstycle course and ran stairs and by that point I was thinking about telling them I had to pick up my little boy from preschool so I could leave early. My pride kept getting the best of me (it does that a lot) and I kept pushing myself. Now they tell us to partner up. No big deal until I look and the only person left was atleast twice my size and pure muscle. Oh no, I am in a panic, she is going to throw me to the ground. Pride can only go so far, I am kindof scrawny(is that even a word and how do you spell it?) Anyway, we put the bands around my waist and hers and try to hold the other person back from running. I am not kidding, I was trying with all I had in me and she ran like it was nobodies business. Well then it was my turn to run while she held me back and I seriously could not budge. I think she could see how hard I was trying so she let up a bit but wow, if I am not one buff, inshape mama by the time this 4 weeks is up then there is no hope for me. The moral of the story is never show up early or even on time and don't forget your water. I forgot to mention that part, I had no water, oops.