Puked on Myself, Real Classy... Tuesday, June 18

I puked, a sure sign that I had pushed myself beyond my comfort zone and maybe perhaps further than where I should have taken myself.  Regardless, it happened.  After about rounds upon rounds of boxing and non-stop inbetween round weight training, Snickers told me to stand in the middle of the ring for a shot of me under the Hulk's halo.  I noted I didn't feel well but shock it off.  When I sat down though I really knew I didn't feel good so then I really did have to shake it off -- the puke off of my shirt that is.  I had said I wanted to change so I had to change my routine up.  I also upped it a couple of notches on the intensity level.  Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.  I don’t want to be a textbook case of insanity so tonight I gave it my all.

One my members and I have really trying hard at changing, all my members are but I've really only voiced my personal concerns and stress about it to one particular member.  He's kind of morphed into a really close friend.  I’m getting him to work on quitting smoking and he gives me props when I train hard.  He’s been wearing his sauna suit lately to train so tonight I decided to wear mine.  A sauna suit is basically a plastic long sleeve shirt you wear.  It keeps your body heat in making you sweat a lot and keep your heart rate elevated.  I must warn you though, you definitely should make sure you’re hydrated before using this because it’s going to dehydrate you and leave you light headed if you don’t and train hard. 

I trained hard tonight, oh for sure.

I’m sure tomorrow I won’t be able to walk down the stairs without looking like I just got off a horse and I’m hoping the throbbing in my arms will have calmed down. 

After a full day of training others and then going into my own training, I was exhausted.  Then we noticed that we had gone through ALL the club towels so Snickers did the laundry while I started working on cleaning the windows and updating client files.  I had 60+ some names and numbers to enter in our club cell phone and then I had about 23 new members I had to work on calculating their body fat percentages and mapping out weight goals for.  Then of course I had my late night messaging and emailing to do to various members.   

Left the club at 2am… with puke still down the front of my shirt.