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So just mere hours after the last post, I found myself at a new boot camp location where the trainer had the brilliant idea that we should play kickball. I was pissed. You know how I feel about kickball. In four months of boot camp, the phrase kickball has never passed anyone's lips. But, since I had just posted about how much I loooooove boot camp and how it challenges me but sometimes could be harder, (blah blah blah you're a self absorbed windbag) I knew. THIS was the ultimate challenge. I looked on enviously at my fellow boot campers who called bullshit and left. I hung out with the other whiners who weren't going to let the childhood trauma of kickball bring us down. I wasn't alone. I wasn't the only one who'd ever been picked last. And, we played, and grumbled under our breath. It sucked. I found myself running in place just to keep my heart rate up. I couldn't catch a one ball headed in my direction. They flew through my arms as if I had designed by arms to be a basketball goal. Humiliations galore. Oh, by the way, I did not redeem myself and I am still pissed about ever hearing the words kickball.
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