To be more exact: Day 10 = AWL (absent with leave)
I asked Instructor R last night if I could bypass the beating in the park at 0600 this morning, due to a client meeting I had this morning that I needed time to prep for.
He made me do 10 pushups.
Just kidding. He actually exhibited humanoid characteristics and said it was no problem—just make sure I did 45-60 minutes of cardio on my own.
“Don’t cheat yourself, Ferran. Push yourself hard,” were his parting words.
I don’t cheat. I fabricate sometimes, for literary or humorous purposes, but I don’t cheat.
The day started to wane and I realized I hadn’t worked out yet. At 8:45, my husband started watching a show that showed fat, hair, and blood being cleaned from dead deer hides to make Fine Corinthian Leather. Nauseated, I realized it was time to hop on my elliptical cross-trainer.
55 minutes and 555 calories later--although sweatier than a pig in a sauna, I didn’t feel half bad. I took a self-portrait so I could have evidence of the sweat.
(Sure makes my usual drawings look better, doesn't it?)
Ahhh, pain—that’s more like it.
Have a great weekend!
