First time ever of dog days and first time I've done real cal­is­then­ics since foot­ball in sixth grade. It was fun. A good atmos­phere with cheer­ful and sup­port­ive peo­ple. I didn't know some of the exer­cises so some of it was com­pletely new to me, like the v-crunch. Oh god, the v-crunch. It was all well and good until the run, which I expected to be a cou­ple laps around the track. Instead it was run­ning twice up and down an enor­mous hill. Enor­mous as in gargantu-huge-normous. I ended up walk­ing part­way up the first time. The sec­ond time i did man­age a jog the whole way up but it was really push­ing it. Next time i have to grab a drink before the run because I had been run­ning dry for quite a while before it even started. After the sec­ond time up I had the dry heaves for a few min­utes on the way down. I guess that says I pushed my lim­its, though.

The only part of me that feels strained is my ham­strings and butt. Else­where I just have a warmed-up, loose, and well-exercised feel­ing. Feels good.

All in all a good expe­ri­ence and it feels like a real, pos­i­tive use of my time: Get in bet­ter shape (and if I keep it up at least a cou­ple times a week I'll be in really good shape by the end of sum­mer); maybe meet some peo­ple; bond with Nick through shared trauma; The joy­ous feel­ing of elit­ism from doing some­thing a lot of other peo­ple aren't doing! Haha, my first go at that sen­tence said ("elit­ism from doing someone a lot of other peo­ple aren't doing". Freudian slip or hon­est mistake?).

I'd like to start record­ing my weight and maybe take a pic­ture each day after I get done. I need to get a qual­ity scale later and do this.