|True, but it still doesn't make me feel any better.|
This week was my re-entry back into doing serious workouts. I was ill last week and did only one workout to the best of my ability (which, ps, was not that great) and slept a lot. I did Monday's WOD and felt good. It was encouraging. Yesterday, we had a good workout planned and it included thrusters, double unders, KB swings, sit ups, and running. It has been unseasonably warm around these parts the last few weeks. Not complaining. It just is stickier than usual for this time of the year.
We started the workout and I had a good pace going. Until all of a sudden I didn't. I can't even explain how it happened, but I just stopped, unable to breathe and hotter than I can ever remember being. I made my way to the bathroom and kneeled with my head in the shower, dry heaving for the next 20 minutes. I mean, that is EXACTLY what you want to see when you come to the gym: one of your trainers, bright red, wheezing, heaving into the shower with sweat, tears, and snot running down her face. So attractive.
And thus I earned a DNF. Did. Not. Finish. Fantastic. In fact, with the humidity making my hair all fuzzy and how I felt, I did a pretty good impersonation of this:
|Color his face red and that would be me.|
"You didn't die today. Great job on not dying!"
"Way to make it to the restroom before you totally lost it!"
Sometimes that is all you really need to hear.
In other news, this near brush with heat stroke means only one thing: SUMMER IS HERE!!!