"me is puke cityy"...
it's official: i've ended my gym relationship with the ex-marine, vegan obsessed, religious trekking, always business and no fun attitude-y, morning cranky, non-sports fan... aka: trainer dave.
but don't fret... i'm a bit of a gym relationship floozie and i have already gotten myself into another! HOLLA!
ali jeske is in a relationship with trainer art.
meet art: he's mid-50s, has 5 sisters, avid sports fan, loves life, has a sarcastic sense of humor to match my own, agrees that drinking beer isn't always a bad thing, cracks jokes with me about my ex-gym relationship and looks like anderson cooper. and really, who doesn't love anderson cooper?
wednesday, october 20, 2010
8am - 930am
workout #1
workout completed at this point: 3 mile run, bench press, tree huggers, chest press punchers, lat pull-downs, swimmers, rows, ab twisters, crunches, leg press, step-ups, lunges...
the conversation went like this:
me: (as i'm about to finish my 3rd set of lunges and pooped out) "last...set..."
anderson cooper: "about that, how ya feeling?"
me: (pauses) "i kinda feel a little throw-upy"
anderson cooper: "really?"
me: "well no, i'm just a little spitty..."
anderson cooper: "spitty? i don't know what that means"
me: "basically it means my next stop is puke city"
anderson cooper: (giving me the 'fingers across the throat' sign) "we're done, lets sit down"
update: after a re-fueling breakfast, i'm back to my non-spitty self. i'll be saying my prayers before bed that the DOMS doesn't kick in overnight cause tomorrow morning's workout is coming up quick (for you non-medical fielders out there.... DOMS = delayed onset muscle soreness. and DOMS ain't pretty)
**for some blog readers, this is your SECOND ali/"me is puke cityy" run in...
let's recap: a few years ago when i was living in auburn, alabama. there was an extremely wild night out on the town to a club which later burned down (to which i'm fairly certain we are not responsible for) that included a century club pre-game, a bouncer "encounter", more drinks and probably some shots, a fool-proof plan to re-enter the bar after being kicked out, a really bumpy car ride, and lets be honest but who really knows, probably some skybar. the following morning, i may or may not have awakened to find myself in pjs, clothes folded neatly, teeth brushed, face washed, laying on my pillow in front of the toilet, cuddling with my camera and cell phone.
(mom, you must be so proud right now... :))
somewhere during the night's shenanigans i apparently got "spitty" and felt it was necessary to mass-text a few friends with the message "me is puke cityy".
to know the un-edited edition...i wasn't a blogger then sooo....welp, guess you had to be there :)
this blog is dedicated to: steve jenkins, jared white, steph bennett and jess tanner. without you all, this night would not have been possible. weegle weegle, my friends...