I missed a day at the gym because "I was too tired from staying up late (character creating for D&D with a friend) and eating a pizza." I mean, I took 24 hours to eat a whole pizza, a meal, a snack, and another meal. It was only a medium! But as soon as the words were out of my mouth my trainer went into "rage" mode.
I teased him that he never said NOT to eat pizza, he just said TO eat produce and whole grains...
Don't try that!! He doesn't think it's funny. He kicked my ass so bad. Upped everything at least 5 pounds, 5 reps, or 5 seconds... THEN upped them again for my second and third sets. I was shaking and sweating, he told me I was a hot mess. He asked me how I was doing, I told him I wanted to cry and pee my pants. He laughed. At the end of each weight set he had me on the treadmill for 2 minutes at 10 incline and the last 45 seconds he would bump it up to 11 then 12... and then 15. For the last 45 second of the last set. OMG.
ALL ASSUMPTIONS: I got my first gym borne communicable disease. I don't know how I got it in the place I got it, but it arrived, it itched, I put ointments on it and it is fading.
Yummy food I'm NOT telling my trainer about: Peanut Butter Cheerios.
Leap Year's extra day fell on Hump Day so there was Kerry Park LEAPING and (Lenin statue leg) HUMPING shenanigans: