I had to work at a client’s today and was very uptight about making it to HELK (a.k.a bootcampwithjess) on time. It would normally take 30 minutes to drive there, but I allowed 45 minutes because…
For every minute you’re late, you do 10 pushups. Big. Surprise.
If you guessed late—you were wrong. I got there at 4:55, ran inside to the bathroom to put on my workout clothes at the speed of light—or at least within 3 minutes.
Pants - present
Sports bra – present
Sport shorts – present
Socks – present
Shoes – present
Shirt – absent. Conspicuously absent.
Dilemma: Do I workout in my business/work blouse that is sort of silky blue?
Or Do I workout in just my sports bra?
I had to decide fast. I checked to mirror to see just how bad I looked with only the sports bra as my top. Eeeeeeeewwwww! Bleeccchhhh! Jes’ plain nasty!
It’s a spiffy camo shirt that says “I survived boot camp w/Jess. P.T. with a purpose!”
Now several things about that shirt are debatable, such as the “I survived” part.
The good thing is – nobody sicked up at having to look at the doughy white midsection of a middle-aged HAGgish woman.
I like the shirt.
I like the fact that I did ZERO pushups for infractions.
I don’t like the actual torture by workout thing—it hurts
But I sure saved money…