Diary of a wimpy mom in her first boot camp class

I’ve been hobbling around the newsroom in pain this week after my first boot camp class.

Photo courtesy of Sonya Paclob

Photo courtesy of Sonya Paclob

The York Daily Record/Sunday News has been on a fitness kick for 2013. We’ve invited the community to get healthy with us on our newest blog, No Sweat, York. We’ve been swapping donuts for fresh fruit in the newsroom.

And we started No Sweat in the Park classes — each month we try a different fitness craze. May was Zumba. Tuesday was our first time doing Gruver Outdoor Fitness Boot Camp.

I’ve been wanting to get back into exercising. But, like most people, I’ve made excuses for why I couldn’t — and why I wouldn’t — exercise: A full-time job, freelance work, a family…

But, as boot camp instructor Jeremy Gruver shouted at us during the drills, “No more excuses!”


I thought I was ready to take his challenge.

The class started out well for me. We did some knee lifts to warm up our muscles and then moved onto some running and squats. I felt OK and was glad to get moving.

Then came the set of high-intensity exercises that included planks, pushups and side jumps. About halfway through the class, my body was starting to turn against me.

I literally felt my stomach churn, and it took everything I had to convince myself not to throw up. I stood completely still, surrounded by the other participants who were all still pushing through the routine.

My body had completely shut down. My vision started to blur and I could barely make out Gruver’s silhouette walking toward me.

He asked me to keep moving and showed me a lower-impact alternative to the exercises everyone else was working on. But I was done.

I hunched over with my hands on my knees and eventually laid down on the ground. All the while, I kept telling myself not to get sick. I succeeded in not tossing my cookies, but I missed a good 10 minutes of the middle of class.

I was able to recover and rejoined everyone for the last round of exercises that Gruver called the Finishers and included burpees, back lunges and push-ups.

When the class was finally over (thank God!) I talked briefly with Gruver and apologized for quitting on him.

He smiled and said that it was OK and said he wants to push people, but not kill them. He gave some quick pointers and told me to eat something no sooner than two hours before class and drink plenty of water (something I definitely didn’t do enough of Tuesday).

But I also know I could be in better shape. I’ve spent too much time making excuses.

I’ve decided that I’m ready to push myself. I’m ready to not be out of breath when carrying the laundry up the stairs. I’m ready to run after my 9-year-old son when he’s playing outside.

I’m ready for the next boot camp class — maybe without a time out this week.

Hopefully as I’m gaining strength and endurance, I’ll lose all my excuses.

I’ve got this. No Sweat, York.


Samantha K. Dellinger is a multiplatform journalist for the York Daily Record/Sunday News and the designer for Smart magazine. You can reach her at 717-771-2096 or sdellinger@ydr.com.

Samantha Dellinger

I'm a graphic/media artist at the York Daily Record/Sunday News. Outside of work, I keep busy as a freelance illustrator. When I'm not creating art, I enjoy hanging out with my family and friends. I also have a somewhat crazy obsession about my English bulldog, Diesel. I do not like bare feet, clowns and ferris wheels. My favorite bands include: New Order, Pet Shop Boys, Depeche Mode, The Cure and Electronic.

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