Aug 15, 2011

Trainer=1, Me=0

So, I mentioned that we were in Dominican Republic for a wedding/vacation which means that we took a week and some days off from our routine gym time. Monday- Friday, we are at the gym at 6am and take weekends off so we can catch up on sleep. Well, all last week we were so pooped from our vacation that we didn't go at all.  Bad news for us, we just didn't know it yet. So this week we start up again but I failed to realize that today, a freaking Monday, we have our 6:30 am training session with Basil.  Yes, my trainer is named after an herb.  Weird, I know.  Anyways, we of course can't get our lazy behinds moving when the alarm goes off at 5:30 am. I got up and I swear to you, I think I fell asleep on the toilet while peeing.  NO JOKE. Next thing I know its 5:50 and the hubs is out cold and I am still sitting on the toilet. So I do not attempt to run around to get dressed and hurry to make sure we have time to warm up, instead I slug myself around and managed to wake the hubs up and put clothes and sneakers on. By the time we got to the gym, we had ten minutes to stretch.  Not good, especially since I am having major problems with my foot from surgery. So I am tired, cranky, in pain, and completely a dud to even pull my arms up to exercise. 

Worse training session ever.  I managed to fight through, but I know I could have fought harder. The hubs forgot his asthma pump so he is in pain and fighting through. My foot is swelling up inside my sneaker and has jolting pains going through my toe up to my calf muscle.  A mess. Basil, who is awesome and a kick ass trainer, knew we were not ourselves. He just said, "you better bring it next time but you guys did good." I told him the truth that we were working on about four hours of sleep, was on vacation and ate crap food, didn't go to the gym.  I gave up all the info, he looked at me and said, "thanks for being honest because to me that means you guys are committed.  This is an off day and it happens. Next time you will pay." 

My ass is going to work twice as harder in the gym this week because when Basil says, "we will pay"  he freaking means it.

Want to know what was worse, by the time we got home and I got out of the shower to attempt to get ready for work, the hubs was out cold on the bed and I wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep the day away. 

But, I magically got dressed and got to work early.  Go fig.

3 comments:

Lindsey said...

Love the name Basil!

Natalie said...

Don't mention this to anyone, but I kind of miss my trainer and I'm thinking about returning. Remind me of this when I'm almost puking in my bushes from the harsh torture.

Mrs. Pancakes said...

I'm inspired! I thought it was hard to get up at 730 to work out! Love your blog name:-)