Week 15 - Day 116

The Xena Project
Week 15
Days without sugar: 43

Bootcamp started again this morning after a two week break. Sunday's rain left the ground sodden, the air cold and the stadium shrouded in grey.
"It'll be fun," the trainer promised. I muttered something vague in disagreement.

The new crew appears to be some regular gym girls. On first glance, I thought for sure they'd whip my ass. They are the toned, skinny types I always avert my eyes from. I was surprised to discover that I was the one being pushed the hardest. It was me with the 10kg weight in each hand and just me with one other girl who completed the full five rounds.

Go figure.

I also have an update on the gym bunny issue - apparently the female gym bunny does exist. The gym bunny is the busty gal in eye catching gear who walks on the treadmill and does low weights/high reps for general toning only. She is all about body sculpting. She is often found by the mirrors. The gym bunny is the one who bends at the waist to purse that perfect pout against the water spout ... right next to the gorilla pit of course (male dominated weight machines).

She is NOT the girl who rocks up at the gym with her baggy bootcamp shirt covered in dirt and sweat, her mess of curls half falling out of an untidy ponytail. She's not the girl who gives a tired, lopsided grin to the boppy dude behind the counter because she's done a total of 150 pushups, 200 squats (with 10kg weight), 200 lunges (with 20kg weight), 50 burpees and whole lotta running that morning. She's not the girl who only cares about a hot shower and how on earth to stay awake at work today.

So, in other words, I'm in no danger of EVER becoming a gym bunny. Yet, I can't seem to find a category that I do fit into. More research is required.