BCOR Boot Camp

After a ridiculous schedule that led to what I’ll refer to as «Sedentary Summer,» I decided I needed to get real. In-​your-​face, scream-at-you-’til-you-can’t-do-another-push-up real. (The irony of this all is that I’m currently shoving chocolate chip cookies in my face, but nevermind that.)
I was fearful towards BCOR in the same way you feel when you make it to the front of a really scary amusement park ride. You’re not sure how you got there, but there’s no turning back now. Not only was I thinking I’d get called a «wussy» or some other tear-​provoking term, I was also quite taken aback by the fact that twice a week classes start at 6 a. m…so I have to get up at 5 just to hit the snooze a couple times?
Much to my surprise, BCOR is tolerable in that you don’t feel like you’re going to die the ENTIRE time. (Notice my emphasis on «entire» because there will be times where death seems like a suitable alternative.) The workout regimen is different every class, but it covers everything you need for operation hot bod: cardio, strength and flexibility… AND you get to do these exercises in a park, yay scenery!
Everything is done in reps and if you can no longer handle jump squat hell, it is okay to ask for a modification. You won’t be shunned. (Also, let it be known that the class attracts all types of people so it’s nice to know you don’t need to feel intimidated by someone’s shiny 12-​pack abs).
Our instructor reminds me of Jillian but she doesn’t yell things like «I want you to feel like you’re gargling your heart,“and she even voluntarily announced her full name so that we could curse her over our morning coffee. BCOR you were a (somewhat) pleasant surprise.