Good morning, Readers.
This hilarious drawing of a pun is by deviantart.com creator Cryptid-Creations. Click the image to go to their page. Also, this whale is me, currently.
This was not a good morning.
First, I overslept my alarm, meaning I had to rush to catch the bus. Which, naturally, meant that I forgot my gym socks. I had to workout in my shoes without socks. Gross.
Then, while I was getting changed into my gear, I knocked over my water bottle. It's one of those glass ones covered in a silicone sleeve to prevent it from smashing. Except it smashed. Water and glass everywhere. Then, while cleaning up the mess, I managed to get cut by the broken glass. It was only a small cut, but it would. not. stop. bleeding. Blood everywhere. Luckily, the guy at the front desk had a plaster, so I could put that one and go workout, sans water bottle.
R.I.P. water bottle. You served me well.
Now I have to buy another water bottle, so also, fuck you, water bottle.
My run this morning did not go well. I'm currently doing a couch to 5K, and thanks to some misunderstandings between the app and I, I'm behind a week. The other weeks were a breeze. Not today. Day one of week four gave me a stitch (that awful cramp just below your ribs that you just can't get rid of. Yeah. That.), I had trouble keeping the pace. I had issues breathing. It was not a good run.
Then, as part of the new set of post-run workouts I'm doing because of my thingy (and by thingy I mean workout plan), turned out to be a disaster, too. Part of the new set, which started today and will run for the next four weeks, has a medicine ball slam. Now, unlike the medicine balls I've been working with thus far, the ones at this gym are bouncy as fuuuuuuuuuck.
So I slammed the medicine ball. Hard. It bounced up and slammed my face.
Look, I know I'm not the most coordinated person on the face of the planet, but I would've caught the damned thing with something other than my nose if I had known the thing would come flying back at me.
For a moment there I thought I had broken my nose. I haven't, but I might get a pretty shiner out of it. It hit me hard.
Ugh!
Still, I finished the workout, and then retired to the change room to sit and stew in my disappointment.
It's funny now, though.
I'm looking forward to a serious injury tonight at training to round off today. That would be the cherry on this particular sundae.
Right, I have more editing to get through today.\
Ciao!
First, I overslept my alarm, meaning I had to rush to catch the bus. Which, naturally, meant that I forgot my gym socks. I had to workout in my shoes without socks. Gross.
Then, while I was getting changed into my gear, I knocked over my water bottle. It's one of those glass ones covered in a silicone sleeve to prevent it from smashing. Except it smashed. Water and glass everywhere. Then, while cleaning up the mess, I managed to get cut by the broken glass. It was only a small cut, but it would. not. stop. bleeding. Blood everywhere. Luckily, the guy at the front desk had a plaster, so I could put that one and go workout, sans water bottle.
R.I.P. water bottle. You served me well.
Now I have to buy another water bottle, so also, fuck you, water bottle.
My run this morning did not go well. I'm currently doing a couch to 5K, and thanks to some misunderstandings between the app and I, I'm behind a week. The other weeks were a breeze. Not today. Day one of week four gave me a stitch (that awful cramp just below your ribs that you just can't get rid of. Yeah. That.), I had trouble keeping the pace. I had issues breathing. It was not a good run.
Then, as part of the new set of post-run workouts I'm doing because of my thingy (and by thingy I mean workout plan), turned out to be a disaster, too. Part of the new set, which started today and will run for the next four weeks, has a medicine ball slam. Now, unlike the medicine balls I've been working with thus far, the ones at this gym are bouncy as fuuuuuuuuuck.
So I slammed the medicine ball. Hard. It bounced up and slammed my face.
Look, I know I'm not the most coordinated person on the face of the planet, but I would've caught the damned thing with something other than my nose if I had known the thing would come flying back at me.
For a moment there I thought I had broken my nose. I haven't, but I might get a pretty shiner out of it. It hit me hard.
Ugh!
Still, I finished the workout, and then retired to the change room to sit and stew in my disappointment.
It's funny now, though.
I'm looking forward to a serious injury tonight at training to round off today. That would be the cherry on this particular sundae.
Right, I have more editing to get through today.\
Ciao!
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