Getting Comfortable with Being Uncomfortable... Wednesday, July 9

I always am somewhat amused and annoyed at the same time when I hear people complaining about the lack of air conditioning at their work because I spend my entire 10 hour work day trying to make people sweat their brains out and consequently am swimming in my own sweat for that time too.  It's a weird feeling, having sweat trickle down your back non stop, it's like a mosquito that just won't go away -- there's nothing you can really do but just accept it.  Air conditioning at this point would be a pure luxury.

Hulk's Boxing, proof that fan death does NOT exist!!! We've got a total of SEVEN fans, two of which look ridiculously big, as if they're a part of a plane or something, and we've got two air curtains at the front and back doors that also blow cold air.  

I take an average of 4 showers a day -- one full shower both before and after work, and then two body-only showers during work in which I then change back into my sweaty clothes.  The body showers during work are merely to make me fell somewhat refreshed and more "presentable" to our members (aka "less smelly").  

Today a member challenged me to participate in every evening crossfit circuit I coached tonight.  This meant instead of demonstrating the exercises and then pushing and yelling my members through the class that I'd be actively doing the exercises with them.  I did the class a total of 4 times; it was a crossfit circuit class that focused solely on abs and core.  This meant I did 128 reps of each of the 16 exercises in the circuit.  The 128 Russian bicycles were what got me.  Don't know what a Russian bicycle is?!  Well, it's a mash up of a Russian twist with the bicycle ab exercise.  It means you're on your tailbone and, while my members all used the yoga mats, I ended up doing half of them on the hard club flooring because of the lack of mats and pure stubbornness on my behalf.  I felt a bit uncomfortable after all the classes were finished but it wasn't until I took a shower that I had realized the damage that had been done to my body.  Down came the hot shower water on my back side and out came a huge scream from me.  Snickers rushed to me in the shower room and jiggled the door open.  "What did you do to your bum?!" he asked.  Turns out I had basically given myself extreme rug burn on my tailbone, nice.

Work-Related Injuries in the Past Week:

• Two half ripped off toe nails experienced when doing tire exercises.
• Bump on my forehead from a member who ignored my warning and accidentally hit me with a 10kg kettlebell.
• Two scratched up elbows from plank training.
• Two blisters on my hands from ab exercises using the ropes.
• Rug burn on my tailbone from crossfit.

It was another busy day today and after doing all those crossfit classes plus kicking the workday off with my own training, I was pretty much spent energy wise.  Snickers and I decided to head out for a late night meal and low and behold what should happen but we ended up locking the front club doors and forgetting the key inside the club, great.  Ended up heading out to the restaurant to eat and then calling random friends around 1am to ask if they had a saw.  I don't think strange questions like this phase our friends anymore, instead they no longer ask any follow up questions, like why do you need it.  I think a part of it has to do with the fact we're not exactly "normal" like most couples and we do tend to get ourselves in some pretty interesting situations, to say the very least.  A friend across town ended up having a saw and was sweet enough to drive it over instead of us going to pick it up.  I think he was a bit disappointed when he realized it was needed to only cut the chain lock on our door.