Speedwork was more than what I could handle. I decided to go rogue and create my group. Maybe I was in a state of limbo, but I could not keep up with Group 2 as they breezed across the field. As we kept increasing our speed, I kept looking at my heart rate. The first five drills had my bpm's at 150 to 155. By the tenth I was at 163 and by the fifteenth I was at 168. Fifteen drills! I thought I was going to die by the end but my legs started to work as we jogged back to the gym. Now the only thing I need to do is work on my body weight because my knees are getting pounded. Let me give you a guess which area is where my reserves are located, it's otherwise known as the trunk of a car.

The end of the night had me experience serious back pain. I ended up lying on the couch snacking on pretzels. Yes, people I love pretzels more than ice cream. It is what I eat when I am bummed out. Does that mean that I can't eat them when I am sitting at the bar? No bums allowed!