Bootcamp day #8

Well, bootcamp is half over. I’d call it a success in progress. My body has adjusted to the torment, since day #3. I’m not too sore anymore, and today, I busted out 50 push-ups (still girly-style), 100 squats and 100 lunges per leg without breaking a sweat.

Yep, my sweat didn’t break — it was intact and running down my face, dripping off my nose.

Unfortunately, my husband’s health meter isn’t quite on par with mine. He is sick, which is rare for him. When I display symptoms akin to the bubonic plague, I moan, walk around pitifully, camp out on the couch surrounded by tissues, and eat only hot or cold things. But my husband moans only slightly, fiddles with his computer/media center/technology nest by the TV, eats eggs and … does laundry and dishes! Who does that?! Oh, my husband.

As long as his ailment is only a few-day virus, I see this as a win/win situation. I have the strong potential of catching his sickness, which results in an excuse to watch TV all day while eating ice cream and drinking tea. And the household chores are already done, so I can assume my sick routine guilt-free.

On second thought, if my goal here is to have an excuse to be as lazy as possible, maybe that bootcamp isn’t such a success after all.