God hates me…
Honestly, I was hoping today was an off day…sweet odence raven I was wrong. Yesterday hurt and is still hurting as I write. Squat thrusts…let me tell you a little something about squat thrusts…they are kind of like being up fecal creek without an oar while being covered with supremely ticked off hornets. Tell you what, put a thong on backwards and hike it up to your shoulders. Then go down a metal slide, backwards, that has been soaking up the suns’ rays for the last 6 hoursand have your friends shoot you with frozen paintballs with the velocity on the guns turned up as high as possible.
Enough of the jibber jabber…today i almost laid down in the gym for the first time in my life. Because the air is so thin where I am, the sets were cut in half and I would not have been upset if it would have been cut in thrids. I did not want but had to drop 10 pounds off the squat thrusters after a few sets. I would have had better chances being locked ina telephone booth and taking on a starving, p’d off wolverine that’s hyped up on angel dust than finishing with the original weight. My form and technique were on the verge of looking like a Picasso on acid. I took the weight off and was thrilled when it was all over. Usually I do quite a few more excercises….today was a not one of those days.
I am sure when the pain subisdes, I will look back at today and say…I hope I never have to do those again…even though I will. I hate being motivated!
