I'm glad we got to walk early this morning because now it's hot, humid and there is thunder. Three things I dislike immensely. Linda is home for a few hours before she heads back out for her third and final class. Usually this is when we do one of our walks, but there is no way I'm heading outside. She's thinking of cleaning out another closet, but I think resting is going to win out since she is whipped. One of the classes she subbed today was a Boot Camp. How hard could that be, right? She found out that the people who take it are hard-core and the normal man who teaches it must have really been a drill Sargent. No matter how hard she pushed, they kept up. Plyo-metrics, tons of push ups, weighted squats and ab work, rotary jogging, high knee running, jumping up on high benches.. they never quit. She kept yelling at them to pick up the pace and they would go a little harder until eventually, one guy looked like he stepped dressed into the shower he was so sweaty. I'm glad she does not push us like that on walks.
