Ok, so i was wayyyy too tired to write last night. i felt like i was barely making it through doing the routine things we do when we get home.
so yesterday was Day 2 – went to the gym after work. I took prework out and jumped on the treadmill to get my metabolism moving for spin class. Pre workout kicks in suddenly i feel like Micheal Jackson, moving like a smooth criminal, so a new song comes on and im totally feeling this beat so i up the speed to a power walk speed and get too it. i made it about 2 minutes and my body was like ” CALM THE HELL DOWN WOMAN” so i decreased a little – about 40ish minutes on the treadmill and im sweating glitter! yessss fat is dyinggggggg!!! so i get off and go stretch, my stomach is little iffy, i hate half of a protein bar, drank water and stretched until it was about time for spin.
Spin is going, the music is loud, the fan is blowing, legs are warmed up and im thinking yeaaaaa i got this, muscle memory will take over and im gonna rock this beast like the old days…. yea… well…. i started getting hot.. sweat.. “yuck ok fine, im gonna have to sweat more – man i”m hungry, oooo those glow lights are pretty” “FOCUS DAVINA” we are on a mission – pre workout is wearing off a little i dont feel the same amount of stamina that i usually feel.
about the 4th track, im dying, keep looking at my phone to see how much longer , thinking well maybe i could leave at the 30 minute mark, i mean come onnnnnnnn, i dont have too go too hard on my first week back… “No No No” i hear, yes its her … the stronger me… ” your gonna do the whole 45 minutes” i argue.. she wins, fine im gonna finish this out. “dang what is that pain” NOW ANYONE WHO HAS EVER DONE SPIN KNOWS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU HAVEN’T BEEN ON A BIKE IN A WHILE” Good Lord… you know with the amount of fat on my booty you would think it would make the seats a little softer… NO NO it doesnt… I hear Lori yell – me- yesss its attack time this hurts, up …. down… up…. down… Lori yells.. “make those cheeks touch the seat” So i do…. wellllllllllll… remember earlier when i said my stomach was iffy?? yep…. Everyone Evacuate the dance floor… im jamming, i love this song, push my booty down a bit… **fart rips**
omg – i cant believe i just ripped one, omg, well mine 95% of the time don’t stink, ok whew no body will know. Within seconds this gosh awful smell appears, ya know the protein & eggs rebirth from the attic smell… yes.. I panick a little inside… I’m riding my cycle like a paranoid criminal right now, I hear a small gasp from behind me, out of my peripheral I see the girl on the side of me looking around like what the heck, but it’s the gasp I thinking about… ok so those of you who have never cycled before may not know these bikes are relatively close and when taking this class most ppl are sucking for air supply.. this runs through my mind, how close behind she was at the angle of my bike, but butt came up, fart came out, she takes a deep gasp for air and basically she eats my fart. I’m so embarrassed at this point I don’t look behind me, maybe if I don’t look they can’t guess it’s me, cycle ends, I have no idea who is behind me because I was looking every where but at that bike behind me! I clean my bike, get my trainer to sign my paper, chat for a minute then get out of there. OMG I made it 😂😂😂
About an hour later it was funny but until then I was looking over my shoulder like the fart police were coming to get me, yes, yes indeed the price you pay for eating cabbage, eggs and protein powder!
Thank goodness I find humor in nearly everything, one a good day anyway!
Day 3 was good, I’m tired, boot camp was this morning, worked on triceps and abs. Dang my knees! Ate good, logged food and I’m thinking I need sleep, peaceful music and sleep.
Much Love 😘