After weeks of shoulder pain, I had to break it to the boot camp trainers this morning that I would not being doing anything that involved jerky upper body movements. Jumping jacks? Sure. Push ups? Urgh, I guess so. I mean, I hate them but I'll play along. But these crazy hopping, squat thrust things they call burpies? Um, no. I like having feeling in my pinky fingers. At one point, we were supposed to be "popping out" of a push up position to do shuttle drills (formerly known as 'suicide' drills - though I feel like we should use the old name; call a spade a spade). And having learned that all that popping was what kept me glued to my heating pad like a broken, geriatric spinster, I simply refrained.
Holy cow, after the number of times one trainer yelled, "You're supposed to be in push up position! PUSH UP! POSITION!" while I remained vertical, well, I'd be worried that it made me look a little bit obstinate - if I truly gave a damn. But I've been off muscle relaxers for two weeks now and I'd like to keep it that way. Plus, all that yoga-ing has made me feel very zen about my workout. I do what I can and accept my body and what it has to offer today. Which is so totally un-boot camp.
DEAL WITH IT.
Speaking of yoga-ing. I've been debating about whether to make this an official gripe, but I think I will, in case you're thinking of getting into yoga and need an honest assessment of the studio. If you're not and you don't, feel free to tune out now.
And... non-yoagers, tune back in. One month from today, I'm going to Disney World with the Boy's family. That is all. Eeee!
Holy cow, after the number of times one trainer yelled, "You're supposed to be in push up position! PUSH UP! POSITION!" while I remained vertical, well, I'd be worried that it made me look a little bit obstinate - if I truly gave a damn. But I've been off muscle relaxers for two weeks now and I'd like to keep it that way. Plus, all that yoga-ing has made me feel very zen about my workout. I do what I can and accept my body and what it has to offer today. Which is so totally un-boot camp.
DEAL WITH IT.
Speaking of yoga-ing. I've been debating about whether to make this an official gripe, but I think I will, in case you're thinking of getting into yoga and need an honest assessment of the studio. If you're not and you don't, feel free to tune out now.
A couple weeks ago, I signed up for the 10 days for $10 introductory offer at Sunstone Yoga. I've been a fan of hot yoga since I first tried it in Boston almost... ten years ago. Yes, I gasped when I typed that. Anyway, after your third introductory class at Sunstone, they make it a point to call you up to the desk to go over your "options." You know, for non-introductory price yoga. Which I don't have to tell you is pricey. Now, I'd already read about all of my options online. I knew I didn't want one of their one year, unlimited, auto-deduct packages. I had every intention of continuing my practice there - the room is properly heated, most of the instructors are good - but with boot camp, I would only be up for one or two times a week. I had it all figured out.
After my fourth class (guess I squeaked by the day before), I got called up to the front desk where the yoga instructor/mad dog sales lady proceeded to give me the hard sell - the hardest hard sell I've had to put up with in a long ass time.
I don't know how many times I said, "No thank you. I already know my options, and I will be buying my classes individually," but it was apparently not acceptable. I could feel my shoulders getting tense as I tried to explain time after time that I was simply NOT INTERESTED. When I finally escaped, I went home and shot them a quick email letting them know I appreciate that they have a business to run, but I did not appreciate their very un-yoga approach. I got a call later that morning. Trying to sell me a package. And then an email. And then another call - this one letting me know that it's the responsibility of the instructors to make me aware of my "options." Again with the options.
I've since received two more calls and another email.
Basically, I could not feel any less zen about my experience with them. And this morning at camp, my workout partner mentioned the same thing. They want your cash, and they don't care about much else (except for yesterday's instructor - who was very concerned with sending energy to my lady parts. Which I fully appreciated).
And... non-yoagers, tune back in. One month from today, I'm going to Disney World with the Boy's family. That is all. Eeee!
