Decided that
it had had enough, my body forced me into shut down mode at
approximately 5:30 PM. I slept until 1:00 AM, woke up, considered going
to the gym, and fell back asleep.
This is the first day that I haven't worked out in almost 3 weeks. Judging by how well I slept, the break was probably needed.
Day 15
Today was
another day at Long Fitness Studios with Tracie (who was assisted this
time by Jared the Viking). One of the fitness model girls was there; I
discovered she is also Jared's girlfriend, which only increased my
already high level of respect and awe at his awesomeness.
There
were also a few other folks there who were actually behind me on the
fitness train. This meant that while Jared's significant other was
completely kicking my ass, I at least had some other people there to
help me not feel a little better about myself.
We
were split into two circuit groups. Tracie's bizarre obsession with
kettle bells helped us start things off, but I actually felt like I was
doing pretty well...until she got out the stability ball. The exercise
involving this hellish monstrosity required us to go into a plank while
supporting our elbows on top of the ball. We then had to make circles in
with our arms/upper bodies 10 times in each direction while not trying
to cry and/or scream swear words.
It's funny how something called a "stability ball"
can cause me to feel so mentally unstable.
After the workout was done and I started to regain my cognitive processes, Tracie asked me what I ate for breakfast that day.
"Chicken biscuit from McDonald's..." I replied while hanging my head in shame.
"Alright,
it looks like we're starting a food diary!" she shot back with sadistic
glee. "Make sure to bring one in to me next week with everything you
ate."
You've got to be kidding me. A food diary? This was so much worse than anything
the NSA is doing right now. I'd definitely been eating better than I before, but not at all at an ideal level. Now I would have to feel a sharp
pang of guilt every time I scarfed down one of Karen's cupcakes or
treated myself to a cheeseburger (no way was I going to lie to Tracie on
this).
But
in spite of my recently shackled eating freedom, this was a pretty good
day. Later on that afternoon, I went to Makayla's soccer game. When it
was over, I decided to walk the Cooper River Bridge. This act by itself
was something that in the past would have been far too much effort to
undertake. The fact that I could and WANTED to do this mere hours after a
grueling workout was proof that I really was starting to feel better.
And because of that, I was able to get a couple of really cool photos.
Later that night, I
was able to take a long walk on the beach with my wife. These were the
type of activities that one month ago I would have shrugged off for just
laying in the bed on the computer.
Now
don't get me wrong; laying in the bed and writing, watching Netflix, or
surfing the internet is still one of my favorite past times. But
feeling good enough to get up and do other cool stuff is a pretty great
option to have, too.
Continue to Days 16, 17, 18, 19, & 20
If you want to cheer Tracie on while she kicks my butt on a weekly basis, you can find her on Twitter.
If you live in the Charleston area and would like to have your butt
kicked into shape like mine has been, then take a moment and check out
the Long Training Studios website.
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