I'm talking about my My Body My Home Boot Camp buddies. Three women in my apartment building meet me for a workout every weekday morning from 5:45am-6:30am, and have been since mid-September. When we began, I didn't think it was going to continue. It's cold. It's dark. It's really easy to hit snooze. But I underestimated them. Everyone has remained committed to this now cherished 45 minutes of peace and sweat before the crazy and lazy ones (we have seven children and four husbands between us) even begin to stir.
As mentioned in previous posts, I quit my corporate job back in early October. It seems a little odd to, well, everyone, that I now get up earlier than I did when I worked full time. But I do it because my Boot Camp buddies need to be on the subway by 7:30am, so if we started Boot Camp any later, it wouldn't work for them. They rely on me, so if it doesn't work for them, it doesn't work for me. But here's what I realized a couple of weeks ago: I rely on them too.
Throughout high school and college, I played organized sports. After graduating, I had to find the self-discipline to keep in shape on my own, and I've done a pretty good job over the past 17 years. I worked out in the morning because I could never guarantee I'd get out of work in time to do so in the evening (or that I'd have the willpower to say no to after-work drinks!) And then the babies came. I couldn't have my boobs at the gym if the 6-month-old needed to eat. And what warm-hearted first-time mom can roll out of bed for spin class when her 18-month-old is cuddled up against her? And then we moved from being a couple blocks away from Central Park to across from Prospect Park. A "run around the park" went from being 6.2 miles to 3.3 miles. It's still a run around the park, right?! Needless to say, things became a little lax. If I let all that happen, it would have been easy to work out after the kids were at school once I quit my job: more sleep + warmer + lighter. Oh so appealing! But without even realizing what they were doing, Olivia, Jessica and Christina didn't let that happen. The Sunday night they first asked me if they could join me for my workout the following morning, they changed my everything for the better:
- They force me out of bed. On time. Every weekday morning for the past 10 weeks.
- They have me back to my apartment before anyone gets up, so I don't miss a minute with my family.
- They've given me the gift of an extra hour to focus on growing my new business when the kids are in school.
- They make me look forward to every workout I do, because I truly love their company.
- They make me look forward to every workout I do, because I make it different each time to keep it interesting.
- They've made me more creative. I've devised three different Boot Camp workouts we rotate through addition to running and yoga. And I'm in the middle of creating a fourth.
- They've forced me to cross-train rather than run every morning. This is better on my nearing-40 bones and joints, and it's made me stronger and my muscles more defined.
I think they think I'm doing them a favor by donating my workout time to helping them get and stay in shape. But they've done me an even bigger one. And the benefits of exercise go far beyond the obvious physical ones: better sleep, better mood, better sex to name a few. Those sound kinda nice, huh?
As winter descends upon us, I highly recommend you find yourself a buddy (or buddies) too.