An overly dramatic title? Eh. I think we know by now drama should be my middle name, instead of Kaitlin.
See. Get this. So I wake up this morning and I was fine. Nothing was sore, I felt like I did when I woke up Monday morning and I was actually a little disappointed because I felt like I worked hard yesterday. So. I decide to take this as a win, and move on. Well. About 2ish, I get up from my desk to get more water and I'm like um ow. What the hell is happening?! My legs were sore, well I think a better word is tight. Anyways, I get to O3 and climb on the bike, and I pedaled 3.4 miles in 10 minutes on like a level 4 resistance. Then. The real fun began. We did 50/10 timing. Let me hit you with that again. Fifty seconds of work. 10 seconds of rest. We did these side lunges with a hop in between. Then we did total body extensions. Then we did high knees. Then we did a 50 second low plank and not one time did my knees hit the ground. That was basically my biggest accomplishment other than not dying today. Then we did some squats. More. Squats. I really don't care if I never do another squat, lunge, total body extension, any leg exercise ever again. So after that we did another 50 seconds of the lunges with the hop. Then he said, one of you on the bike and the other on the elliptical. I claimed the bike before Jennifer even had a chance. Then we did some sprint intervals. Whooooo. Sprints. Then he got the steps out and we did another 2 merry go rounds of lateral hops, step negatives on each leg and then we did these other things where you basically just got on it and off it as fast as you could. If you thought that was the end, you, like I would be wrong. Then Darin said for me to get on the elliptical and Jennifer on the bike and I would rather die. Listen. There is a reason my big ass hasn't even looked at the elliptical at O3. I. Hate. Them. Like, I really can't even begin to get across how ridiculous they are. I would 100,000 times rather do any other cardio equipment. Thats in all seriousness. We did more sprint intervals. How I'm not dead is beyond me. Really.
When I was on the elliptical, I was clock watching and they have a clock on every wall at the gym. The one on the wall facing me stopped at 425 and I thought it was only 425 and I literally would have cried had that been right. Darin tried to tell me it was but I finally craned my neck enough to see it was like 450. I KNEW I had been there longer than 25 minutes. Also, I basically became a straight up dumbass at one point when he asked us to take our heart rates. I would count to 10 and then start over. I tried like 3 times until Jennifer just did it for me.
If right now is any indication at ALL how I'm gonna feel tomorrow, I give up. I just want to stay in my bed and eat chips and read. Know what I want other than a pop tart? An almond joy. Know what I'm having? A fat free fig newton. Why? because all my joy has been stolen today. HA. Just kidding. Sometimes I just can't stop myself. Anyways. Not that fig newtons are in any way superior to an almond joy, but in my mind one of those small cookies is better than that candy bar. Ohhhhhhhhh my life. Though I've actually done okay with my food choices. Jennifer and I went to Zoe's kitchen after our workout and I got chicken roll ups. They're my jam but I can never eat them all.
Anyways. It's 7pm and obviously past my bedtime. Below are pictures I find funny. Yes, they came from Pinterest. Also. I know some of them are 100% inappropriate and or offensive, but I've laughed for days at a few of them and If you're easily offended I suggest you take it elsewhere. That dog, is the one I want. He's a corgi and I would name him Romeo or Santos. I would carry him around with me everywhere.
Also. Rebecca is trying to get me to let her do a step test on me. I'd rather throw up and eat it again.
Good news is, no workout tomorrow and I plan to be as lazy as possible. Except I have to work. Ugh.
So that's all the bitching I have in me for today. I'm really going to bed.
Ps. You win, Darin. You. Win.
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