This morning I am running on turtle speed but a very proud turtle. I kicked ass, (according to me) in training last night. Xavy said he was impressed with me. *Happy Dance*.
We named one of the workouts, "Satan's Push-ups". Instead of holding your hands on the floor under you doing a push-up, you hold weights. As you come up to complete the push-up, you lift one weight/arm to do a row. Then repeat. Then repeat. Then... Uhhhh! I felt awesome doing them. No matter how bad they looked, I had only ever seen them on T.V. so - take that Jillian Michaels!
You know you are in Warrior Week with Xavy when you experience the following:
- You finish your sprint set and walk off the treadmill feeling okay. -pause- a minute later it catches up to you and you cant breathe tying your shoes.
- The display on your treadmill reads, "Exercise Not Advised" instead of your heart rate. No joke.
- The entire gym already knows that Xavy has you jetting around so they just let you to cut in on any of their workouts. Thats a big deal!
- One of the members of the gym looks at you helplessly and questions your trainer if he ever gives you a day off.
- You (and every one else) notice a river of sweat cascading down your cleavage.
- A 6 inch hop onto a step might as well be an Olympic event in itself.
- Pushups are done with weights. Really? Come on!
- As the feeling nausea subsides and your heart rate falls below 180 for the first time in an hour, you feel so proud of yourself for finishing. You stop hating him long enough to thank him for putting up with you and getting you through it.
JUST PLAIN AWESOME ... that is you my friend ... keep it up!
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