Bootcamp pain

So, I quit the gym. Temporarily, don't worry, I'll be back trying to lift weights and dancing to JPop on Saturday afternoons in October, but I'm off home for almost two months from next week, so I figured paying for a gym membership in Japan would be a bit stupid. But, I still need to exercise, that marathon isn't going to run itself after all. What to do? What to do?

I spotted a Billy's bootcamp DVD sitting on top of one of Roomie's boxes that she hasn't unpacked in the year and a half we have lived here (no, I'm not kidding) and noticed it had never been used. Roomie was perfectly happy for me to use it (she's good like that) so yesterday I gave it a go. Billy's Bootcamp was all the rage a few years ago in Japan, but, in the way of such things, no one ever talks about it these days. A bit of retro with my workout, why not?

Now, seeings as I spent Sunday hiking up Western Japan's tallest mountain, I probably should have taken the chance to relax, but I figured Billy couldn't be any tougher than the class at the gym.

I figured wrong. I didn't even have the rubber band things you're supposed to use to make it tougher, and it still hurt. I was a bt worried about sweating all over the tatami, but as the air con is in the tatami room, I decided I had no choice but to risk it. Sweat couldn't do any more damage than the dog peeing on it, surely.

The tatami survived untainted, unlike the muscles in my thighs, who have been complaining loudly all morning, even through my early morning jog/. Actually, "jog" overstates it slightly, it was more of a shuffle, despite the groovy new running shoes that are, I'm told, better for my feet than the last pair. My feet don't seem to realise that, though, because the arches are still sore.

So, basically, I hurt, a lot. But it's all in a good cause, because, come November,  don't want to be the idiot walking half a marathon. No, siree.