I had the guilts. I had the guilts so bad… I hadn’t trained since Friday because of this damn cold so when I met my trainer today I was packin’ it, to say the least.
Today’s session involved lots of lunges, jumping, kettle-bell swings (my god how I loathe these – make me want to vomit) and tricep dips. Oh and this other thing I hate where you lie back, prop one foot up on the opposite knee and do pelvis raises. God I hate that. Kept getting a cramp in my string of ham.
I left today’s session in a cold sweat. I felt ill and disorientated. And phlegmy. A little gassy. But mostly ill.
Now I sit here after eating my tuna and bean salad, sipping on a lovely hot mug of peppermint tea contemplating life’s mysteries. Well no, not really, I just thought that sounded good. I’m actually thinking about sneaking off to an empty, dark meeting room and having a nap. The emergency stair exit will suffice.