Lessons in Exercise: Unfit people have Limits

...with a capital letter and underlined... twice.

I went off for my fourth RWFL session this morning. It was VERY difficult to get out of bed and I only had time to gulp down three mouthfuls of OJ before skipping across the road. Now in the previous session I had impressed the others with my ability to pick up on a sprint after 15 minutes of training. (I wasn't as impressed - astonished perhaps that my body still remembered how to almost instantly evacuate one location for another further away one - but I am well trained in dodging water pistols and water balloons - 3 Brothers will train you in that.)

So I figured I was well on the path to a better body. So I pushed myself a little today. Jogged a little faster, jogged for a little longer, pushed my sprint lap a little harder. I completed my new longer training time and was more than a shade out of breath... I felt good at being able to push my self to a limit.

 My body waited while we were chatting over the log books and right as I was making ready to leave and walk home my body tapped me on my hypothetical shoulder and said "Nay, No more of this Frank. I refuse to supply energy to your knees and legs any more. Gravity! Take over!"

I, in reply said "BLEEEUUGGH... BLEEUUGGHH...groan... BLEEEUUUUUEEEUUUUUGGHH... pant pant ... bleugh"

For the record: green grass and (digested) orange juice make a nice contrast...

Oh the shame! The horror! the pity on me! the mess on the grass! The aching diaphragm!

And the saddest part about chucking my guts this morning? I made a nice lunch to make me feel better and now I am not hungry :(

 

The new immediate challange is to arrive at the next traing session and not hide in bed with my shame. (I told The Englishman and he high-fived me for my puking efforts)