|Flashbacks to two years ago.|
|If she ain't crying tears of blood, then it ain't real boot camp.|
Yeah, Boot Camp is a thing I go to now. Myself and my flatmate though it would be a great idea to go, yaknow, get fit and healthy and all that jazz. Oh my god, the amount of times I genuinely thought I was going to pass out was ridiculous. I kept waiting for the guy to shout, "And two minute rest!" but he didn't. He just kept yelling more exercises to do. For an hour. No breaks. I'm not a fit person, dear reader; I can barely jog up a flight of stairs without needed a solid five minutes to recuperate. And this guy is ruthless. There was a point where my flatmate and I paused for a second and she turned to me and said, "Aren't the stars so pretty?" and the guy screamed, "DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT STOPPING." I shat myself. Metaphorically, but still. Can't wait for next week! Ha. Ha. Ha.
|Wonder how many centimetres the grass will grow this episode!|
Okay, I know that was literally the most boring post I've done thus far, but life sucks. Deal with it.