I walked in to BC today feeling pretty freaking awesome. Yesterday, I did a treadmill workout that should have stopped my heart about midway through but, somehow, I made it the entire 30 minutes! Woop, woop!!!! Still feeling the high I felt from finishing that yesterday, I walked in today ready for whatever Josh and Terri threw at me.
Why, why, WHY would I allow myself to feel like that? Because I am pretty sure BC took me out back, took my money, my purse, kicked my ass, and then spit on me while leaving me crying and curled up in the fetal position. I seriously had major flashbacks to high school and college basketball practice.
We did each exercise for 50 seconds (shoulder press, lunges, scissors, etc) and then had 10 seconds to move to the next one. Then we did the new exercise for 50 seconds and continued to do that sequence until we got to six minutes. Josh-zilla decided that doing six minutes of all those lovely exercises just wasn't painful enough. Here is where my PTSD from high school and college started kicking in....sprints. Lots of sprints. We had to sprint 100M and then jog 100M continuously for six minutes. The next one was sprint 200M, walk 100M, jog 100M continuously for six minutes. Adding these in to the mix really did wonders on the ole digestive tract....everything I had eaten that morning was all in my throat after I did my first burpee (another exercise invented by a man- I'm sure of it).
The best part of the day is when we were walking out to do our 200M sprints. Molly came out of the bathroom looking a bit haggard - because I resemble Giselle when I work out :) - and I asked her if she was okay. She just smiled and said, "I might have just thrown up a little bit" Me: "You did?!?" Molly: "Yep - I'm good to go- are we doing 200M sprints?". Wowza - she is such a beast! Seriously, I was going to tell her to just follow my lead during the 200M medley but then realized she kicks my ass every time we run, so that wasn't going to work. She and Lisa (another lovely gal suckered into the torture we call BC) took off at cheetah-pace, while Monica and I decided we would like to keep control of our bowels so we stayed at a small dog pace. I think that is a good comparison because, just like a tiny dog, our legs were moving but we weren't getting anywhere fast!
High point of the day: Didn't tell Josh that I hate him today! I did call him a "dirty bastard" at one point but I think that is more of an endearing nickname than one made out of hate, don't you think?
Low point of the day: Realizing my 30 day fitness assessment/test is coming up. I have never tested well so I think I might need to score some Adorol or something to keep my head in the game :) KIDDING - I don't need any FBI/cops/DEA knocking on my door tomorrow asking if I am trying to buy illegal drugs off of minors. If that DOES happen, I am throwing Josh under the bus---maybe he'll realize the mistake he made of assigning so many mason twists last class.....[insert evil laugh here].........
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