I'm diggin' this boot camp shiz, yo. It's hard as hell, and tonight, when we did box jumps for two minutes after rowing 500 meters in 2 minutes, I wanted to quit so bad, but I didn't, and I busted out 5 more and then the timer went off and we stopped and my brain felt like it was going to blow up. But it didn't. And so I went and did the next round of torture.
One of the trainers said, "The best feeling is when you're finished and you walk out that door and you know you've pushed yourself." Lots of murmurs of agreement and head nods between swigs from water bottles. "I don't know," I piped up, because I can't help but try to be the center of attention, "drinkin' that beer while soaking in that tub after I get home feels pretty damn good." And then he told my partner to give me extra resistance on the next round of exercises. He was just mad that I was right.