Well... I arrived at Asphalt Green with the best of intentions. I'd been looking forward to today ALL WEEK.
Patrick came back from Long Island and he helped me schlepp all the stuff from the gym to AG, and helped me set up the course, and patiently waited for me to get ready with my stuff, even though he was hungry and hadn't eaten.
And then we start. And then my quad starts hurting (the one I pulled on the stupid box jump the other day). And then I try to hide the fact that it hurts, and tried to run through the course anyway, but when I got to the hurdles and tried to jump the first one, my quad hurt so bad the pain took me by surprise and I went down as quickly as I'd started to jump. At the same time, I had to go to the bathroom (which I failed to do before leaving the gym). And it was so hot. And I almost pissed myself. And Patrick was making faces at me because he had no idea that all this was going on. He just saw me start and then hit the first hurdle, stumble all over it and stop altogether, so he thought I'd quit or something.
So I started crying.
Yes. I, Ivonne, 29 years old. Started crying.
I was just so frustrated and overwhelmed. Today did not pan out the way I'd been hoping it would all week, and getting there and having this pain and knowing all of a sudden that the best thing to do is REST it and not workout for a few days (or a week?) really upset me. I have a little over 3 months to prepare for this thing and I didn't want to have to take any time off besides scheduled rest days. I have a LOT of work to do. I SUCK AT THIS and I vow to get good at it by November, so this was a major downer.
And of course, explaing this to another person (Patrick) just frustrated me and upset me even more because i felt like such a baby, trying to get words out between sobs. I even tried to get him to go home and leave me alone at the park but he stood by my side and waited for me to get my shit together. I was/am embarassed that I made a spectacle of myself, crying like that.
I finally went across the street to pee at the beauty salon there, and then came back and fessed up about my quad hurting, and then ran through the course three times, without jumping the hurdles. Averaging about 1:10 total time.
Patrick tried to run through it once.
I won't say anything else about that. It was just funny. I love him to pieces.
After that, I don't know why, but I tried to do some cardio/sprint/endurance stuff, and could barely finish one sprint. Called it a day. Picked up my hurdles and cones and we walked on home.
Did I mention my quad hurts?
Dammit.
Hopefull next week I can do a better run of this. I feel like a total jackass.
Where was this exactly? I take it your going to do a tri-fitness comp?? How fun!!
Btw, I love your t-shirts! Do you ship to Sweden ?
