I have officially recruited my friend, Molly, to join me at BC for at least one month - yay! We show up at our normal time today and were slightly nervous because we spent Saturday night drinking vodka and eating sweet potato fries. Sooooo, we knew that would come back to bite us in the ass - and it did.
Josh, our trainer...aka Dictator....aka Drill Sergeant...had us start out with a 3 minute run followed by shoulder presses, jump squats, bicycles, and push ups. His wife, Terri, who is also a trainer/owner worked out with us. Is it really fair to have to stare at her while we work out? I think not - I'm going to start asking her to wear clothes that are 6 sizes too big to make her look uglier....sadly, I am not sure that would even matter! I guess I'll just have to use her child-sized ass as motivation.....sigh....
Anyway, there were PLENTY more exercises after that but I would like to focus on a huge barrier we had to overcome today - the most horrendous stench I have ever experienced. And I have smelled a lot of bad things. In my previous life, I worked in a restaurant, a hospital, and a fitness center; so I have had my share of horrible smelling experiences. But this takes the cake.
Two doors down from our BC is a hamburger joint and, apparently, it has its grease traps emptied every month or so. This stench was unlike anything I have ever smelled - a mixture of rotten eggs, a horrible fart, crude oil, and something I still can't identify. I'm sure the gals that are in better shape than I am only had to take small little breaths while running outside. Meanwhile, I am sucking in lungfuls followed by dry heaves. The mixture of strenuous exercise, lingering vodka and fried food, Monday morning, and the scent from hell were too much- I could barely keep the vomit at bay. Thank goodness Josh decided to move us across the street to the park to finish up our exercises. And I am pretty sure this was all in his evil plan. We were so grateful to not be smelling that foul odor, that we were jumping at the chance to go sprint and squat and sweat in a grassy, hilly field......well played Joshua, well played.
Highlight of the morning: no inappropriate incontinence.
Low of the morning: traumatized forever by french fry grease stank.
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