2 kinds of surprises.

So, quick recap and thoughts from the weekend. My food choices/eating schedule was kind of not of the up most quality, but for some odd reason I decided I should exercise. I know that doesn't sound weird to some of you all who are skinny minnies and joe gymrats but was a new thing for me. On Saturday I woke up around noon, and decided I should get on my stationary bike and bang out 15 minutes of sprint intervals. Yea, I was just complaining about doing that in the previous post. But then on Sunday afternoon for some reason I had this really strange urge to go jog. So I did. It was 6 laps around the loop at my house which is approximately 6/10ths of a mile. It was the saddest 6 laps ever, but at least I did it!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph. I was pretty sure I was going to throw up and die before I left O3 today. Let me just say also, that when I "warm up", it's a warm up, which implies slow. We did some walking on the treadmill today that was way faster annnd on an incline. I kinda was ready to just stop walking, let the treadmill throw me back into the wall and hope I died. If I had known what was coming after that, I probably would have. Yeah, it's one of those kinds of recaps. I mean, not like we didn't know this was coming. Darin even said today "can't wait to read about this one". So here goes. We did bird dogs, straight leg raises and CPR's first. 2 rounds, and I was kinda okay with that. I mean, tough luck if I'm not haha. Then. Then, he pulled out a nice surprise and let me just say, there are 2 kinds of surprises in the world. Birthday and Pearl Harbor. I'm sure you all can guess which kind this one was. We did this pyramid of slams and prison squats. It went like 10 squats, then 1 slam, 9 squats, 2 slams, 8 squats, 3 slams, and so on and so forth. He asked me which I wanted to start out with doing 10 of, and which I wanted to 1 of first. That's like asking me which eye I'd like to cut out with the back of a rusty spoon first. uuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhh. Seriously. 55 effin squats. fifty. five. Cincuenta y cinco for all my spanish speaking readers. 55 too many, if you ask me. Darin was thrilled with my squats and I was just thrilled to be done. They might have been "good" but I still hate them with my entire heart. I have a running list of the worst exercises on the face of planet earth and guess what my #1 is? squats. At the end of that little piece of hell on earth, I was pretttttttttty sure I was about to see my greek yogurt again. Though apparently the gym is the most socially acceptable place to throw up. It got dicey there for a hot minute. Then we stretched, and my left leg started cramping up but whatever. I'm still holding on to the idea of cutting them off 127 hours style. Then we did this thing on the smith machine that was reminiscent of a bench press. At that point he probably could have said hey, you're gonna bench press the weight equivalent of a small narwhal and I'd have gladly given it a whirl had it not involved any kind of squat or squat like motion.

As far as eating goes today, I felt like all I did was eat. I had a protein shake for breakfast which was kinda dicey because I kept feeling like I got this like, nasty after taste. Then I had some oatmeal and apples, a chicken sandwich on whole wheat bread, and then I had baked chicken for dinner. It's been like 1000+ calories which makes me feel like when I lay down tonight (which will be happening not too soon after this post), I'm going to wake up and have gained all 42 pounds back haha. About the time I left the gym and got in the car, the thoughts of doing anything but microwaving my dinner was enough to make me lay down on the westgate bridge at 5:30pm. I was supposed to make tilapia and brown rice. Maybe tomorrow, or maybe Wednesday. someday this week, but tonight wasn't it. After I left the gym I felt like a camel. I drank all my water, the rest of Rebecca's Gatorade and some halfway warm water from God only knows when that I had in my car. OH! and I've been looking all over creation for my nalgene water bottle. Ask me where it was? the floor board of my car. Papaw always says "if that had been a snake, it would have bit you!".

If I can't walk tomorrow which I feel like is a legitimate possibility seeing as my calves hurt pre-workout from my little running stint on Sunday, I may look at investing in a segway for work. Though I hear you have to have balance for those, which I lack. Let's just all cross our fingers I don't feel like death warmed over tomorrow.

Anyways. I guess that's all the drama I have in me for today. Partner workout with Jennifer tomorrow! annnnnd Thursday. which happens to be my birthdayyy! 23. I'm going to check out retirement homes during my lunch break, if anyone was wondering what I was going to do to celebrate becoming old.
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