I don't know since when I stopped being scared of trying new things. Perhaps since I knew Vu, hahaha. I now feel eager to step out of my comfort zone. I'm not hesitate to do different and crazy things. I now have much more action capacity than before.
So that's why I when yes when Hoa told me about the boot camp he was doing with a Portuguese guy. A personal trainer, who had trained the US army before. Wow. It's exciting. Oh yessss.
I had done PT (personal training) with Natalie, my yoga teacher before.
The first time I did it, I vomited right after the sprint. The other times I still felt bad. But gradually I got better and I started to like it.
Thanks to the training I knew how weak a typical Vietnamese person was. Not only me but another healthy looking boy also nearly fainted away just after a few minutes sprint. We Vietnamese were just not familiar with that kind of training. Our body condition was generally not ready for that.
But my body condition was better than a normal girl and I wanted to push myself to a higher level. And Natalie's PT was terminated 6 months ago because she basically was not interested in that intense workout anymore. So I was excited to join the Portuguese's boot camp.
And today was my first time with him.
And guess what? It was fantastic.
There were only 4 people in the class. A good looking girl who had been doing boot camp for a long time, Hoa, me and another girl, who was also Hoa's friend and first time in the boot camp.
After the warm up running, the new girl already breathed like crazy and quit the training. The three of us left then did the continuous workout sequence including burpees, push ups, mountain climbers, bicycle crunches, 10 times each for 5 rounds.
Then it started to rain and the trainer was like: "Oh rain. I love it I love it. No one left in this stadium, only us alone. Great. Keep doing it". I knew it. How would you expect that kind of guy to stop training when it was raining.
Then it was raining cats and dogs and we continued the workout anyway. I gave my best effort to finish the 4th round.
And I knew it wouldn't finish there. And there came the part I hated the most.
Sprint again. When I felt like no energy left.
But there was no turning back.
I was paired up with the trainer to sprint for 10 rounds in the competition with the other couple. I kept my pace but then lost the last round so the other team won. I couldn't care less. My temples hurt and I just sat down and breathed like hell. But I stood up at once as I felt like going to throw up. I applied the yoga complete breathing technique and I could hold the puke for sometime.
Hoa asked: "How are you feeling? Are you ok? This is only a warm up". The trainer told: "You're good. You won the old girl in the first sprint. She was impressed. I was impressed." I just shook my head. I barely breathed, let alone talking.
He continued to talked anyway: "I know you feel bad, but this is an easy day" (Yeah of course I knew it was easy, I just hadn't done it for a long time and I was not ready for it). "If you come tomorrow, you will feel worse. But I want the type of person like you in my boot camp. I hope to see you tomorrow". (No thanks). He turned to the new girl and said: "I hope to see you tomorrow too". I bet she wouldn't come back.
Then people left. I went into the toilet and decided to throw up. But my last meal was 7 hours ago and there was nothing left in my stomach to throw up.
I lied when I said it was fantastic. It was terrible instead.
My poor heart. It was fatigued and still didn't get back well.
I dragged myself to the parking lot, soaking wet and extremely cold. Then I dragged myself home. I drove there at 40km/hour and I drove back at 20km/hour. I went there with excitement and I went back with exhaustion.
But it was really good. Really. I bet anyone persistent enough to follow the program will witness his endurance doubled tripled whatever.
If you want to give it a try, bring a plastic bag. What for, you may ask. To have something to puke into. I'm not sure how you feel after the session, but I assure that you will puke. So bring your sickness bag. Yeah, you're welcome.
For me, I don't think I will ever see him again.
Badass.
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