How do people usually celebrate doing something routinely for 50 days? I know that when I've gone 50 days without smoking, I will be buying myself something (that is, if I have money after going to the dentist next week).
At some point, I realized I had not heard from The Trainer and so at 2:45 this afternoon, I texted him with "either you got busy and forgot about me or the workout is going to be so heinous, you know I'll hate you for a minute or two and possibly cry." OMG! I was kidding! His response?
Run 1 mile
40 push ups
40 jump squats
40 lunges
40 Russian twists
40 shoulder press w/barbell
1 round
First, let me just say I am very grateful I only had one round of this. Second, I would like it on record that I finished the whole fucking workout. I did it without having to use my inhaler. I did it without falling out and crying my crybaby eyes out. I did it.
Yes, I may have walked a good portion of the mile, but I finished the mile.
Yes, I may have had to stop every 10 or so of each exercise to catch my breath and/or stop the burning sensation I felt in that area (specifically the lunges and squats burned!)
Yes, I may have hated the Trainer for a little longer than "a minute" like I threatened him with.
After I got home and about an hour after I finished the workout, I texted him and thanked him for not killing me. "Wow you suck. That was gross, but quite happy to report I did it all AND I did not need the inhaler this time. :P Thanks for not killing me today. lol"
He is so used to my random texts like that, I normally don't get a response unless there's a question in there. Thank goodness he gets me enough to know that I will randomly text him with what I have to say about these workouts and how they make me feel.
I am now going to go enjoy the rest of my evening by cuddling with my Josie, watching Criminal Minds reruns and trying not to fall asleep before 8pm on a Friday, since Laci and I canceled our plans for Mamma Mia!
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