Bootcamp: Day #idied

Dear diary,
today i died.


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I was already halfway drafting the 'Bring-A-Friend Day' blog post but today's bootcamp story is crying out to me like "blog me, blog me!" so i'm gonna listen to my heart.


Today i woke up at 6am SHARP. That's such a rare case.

I woke up feeling all fresh and happy like:

Reached the field at about 640am, and our trainers brought us to another side of the field which we've never trained there before.

AND SO. The sky was dark blue, the wind was blowing, and it was chilly. We were all happily doing our warm-ups when all of a sudden, we starting hearing the sound of footsteps. It was getting louder and louder....


And we were like:

"Which monster is that?!?!"

Ladies and gentlemen, uncles and aunties, cats and dogs - you're right.

This is a very pantang word at bootcamp, but i'm gonna say it anyway.

There were "L.A.T.E.C.O.M.E.R.S"

Now everybody say: "Whatttttt??"

"Whaaaaattttttttt?!?!"

After much thought and consideration, i have decided to stop posting pictures of latecomers. This is to avoid the invasion of privacy, lest anyone should sue me.

Therefore, from this very day onward you won't be seeing pictures like

this:

or this:

or even this:

AND this:

Ok, i know i've never posted the last 2 pictures in my blog before, but i just wanna make sure you guys get my point.

Oh wait. You didn't get my point?

Awww mannn.


Another picture then:

Moving on. Back to the story.


Lets just name the 2 latecomers "pekLow" and "chekJeff".

And so pekchek came 'jogging' to the field.


And i was like:

"WHYYYYYY?!?!?!"

Because of pekchek, we did 8 sets of zialats.
8 sets, my dear friends and family. 8 SETS.

PekLow: "Guys, you gotta understand the 'art' of coming in late. You gotta come in with pride and ELEGANCE."


Me: "You mean like this, PekLow???"

And yesterday night David made an announcement to all bootcampers on twitter :

Note this:

Wahlao. Super angry wei.
HE DIDN'T EVEN COME FOR BOOTCAMP!!!!

So....you're ready huh??

"Mmhmm. Noted."

The reason why i said "i died" at bootcamp today is because the training was really tough today. We were separated into 3 groups - Alpha, Bravo, and


Charlie:



I was in Bravo, and there were 3 stations prepared today.

At the first station, we had to run along the jogging track at the park NON-STOP for around 15minutes (but it felt like eternity). And the best part? We had to carry a sand bag while running.

After the 6th or 7th round, i literally felt like dying.

Body dehydrated. Covered with sweat. Heart pumping so hard.


And i was holding the sandbag like:

"Oh gawd! WHY?!?!"


Extra information: The sandbags are as smelly as a 2-months-never-bathe punya gorillas. The smell was horrible, terrible, worse than vegetable. The sandbag was WET. Not because of rain. It was because of SWEAT. The sweat collected from the bootcampers from the 545am slot.

Me:

#ichooselove


Our 3rd station was a 'rope-pulling' sort of station.
We had to pull ourselves forward to the other end of the rope using only our hands. And elbows were NOT ALLOWED to touch the ground.


Trainer: "Chest down, pull yourself towards the other end, tap your partner's hand, and switch positions. BUT no elbows on the ground. I repeat, no elbows on the ground."

But i think i didn't hear the "no elbows on the ground" part la.
Don't know why ^^W


15minutes later....


Trainer: "Alright guys! STEADY! Time for your warm-down session."


Me:

"Indomee, indomee, indomee"

After the warm-down session, everyone shouted "HOOYAH!" with much joy and pride - knowing that we've survived this very torturous and abusive day of bootcamp.


I shall hereby end this post with 3 words.

"WE. DID. IT!"