Dear Blog-Followers,

Today was a fairytale...I wore a dress, and you wore a dark grey t-shirt.

Hah. Just kidding. (By the way, that was a Taylor Swift song allusion.)

Today was most definitely NOT a fairytale, except it wasn’t that bad. We started off our day 34 minutes late thanks to some late-night partiers who could not roust themselves from their beds. But don’t worry, Bo made sure that they would suffer harsh punishment by public humiliation. (They only had to apologize in front of the whole camp using the microphone from a karaoke machine.) We split up into our teams to go run after our late start. This was followed by breakfast and a lecture on nutrition for newcomers and “prehab/rehab” for returners. Then we began our “6-Pack Summer” training with an intense core workout comparable to the military in intensity.

Next, the coaches played a cruel joke on the exhausted campers, involving deceitful lies, causing stress and extreme nervousness. (They said we were running a two-mile time trial and had us do our pre-race rituals, only to reveal that the whole event was a “test” of our mental stability in an anxiety-filled, pre-race situation.) After lunch, the campers played another high-stress team building activity involving a helium stick...don’t ask.

Our final athletic event of the day consisted of a “sample workout”: sprinting on the top of an open field, in the mud, rain, and lightning. It was great. And safe. (Just kidding, don’t worry, as soon as it started to lightning, we climbed off of the tall, metal fences that we were playing on and went inside.)

Dinner arrived soon after, and we clogged showers with the mud that was sloughing off our filthy, aching bodies. Once we freshened up, we participated in “Speed-Get-To-Know” (Sort of like Speed Dating)...we got to know each other by answering questions about things we would do or choices we would make in a given sitiation....AND WHY. This was done in a "cooped up", small, enclosed dusty chemistry lecture hall.

Presently, we sit in a pitch-black room, listening to the creepy sounds of Bo’s horrific ghost stories. It’s been quite an eventful day.

Good riddance,

B & E