Operation Boot Camp - Day 9
I've come to dread any drills involving cones. Cones = running. Cones = a lot of running. Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of running or sweating, it's just a little more enjoyable to me with Ipod blasting out my music and going at my own pace. Then again, "going at my own pace" usually means a nice slow stroll, and that's gotten me nothing but an extra 15 pounds. Bootcamp = real work.
At bootcamp there's only one pace, and that's as hard as you can go. That's what they ask of you, to push yourself as hard as you can for that 40 minutes of non-stop aerobic fun and games. Today the cones were lined up a hill in two columns, spread about 30 feet apart, to form an undefined rectangle. We did various forms of running up the cones, over to the other column of cones, then back down. Some of the various means to get to the top of the column were bunny hops, baby steps, high knees, side shuffles and all-out sprinting. Do that for 40 minutes. It's a workout!
Other than a darn good sweat and sense of accomplishment, I can't say anything positive about today's workout. Maybe tomorrow will be as much fun as the rifle run.