It's been the best, because:
- I've lost 22lbs (and counting) having FUN
- I am able to use my competitive edge in a way that won't get me fired
- I get to train with my boyfriend
- I've made awesome friends
- I've pushed myself to limits I never knew existed
- I kind of feel like a BA
- I get to surprise people when I tell them I train
- I get to be an athlete again
- My body is always in turmoil, it seems (bruises, strained muscles, black eyes, etc)
- I've cried during training due to my competitive edge which is embarrassing
- Training with my boyfriend usually ends up with us at each other's throat
- I've hurt my friends and been hurt by friends (literally, not emotionally)
- I've felt defeated in ways I never knew existed
- I sometimes feel inadequate when I can't master something
- I participate in a sport that revolves around weight and I love food
Just to name a few. I will dedicate a whole post to BJJ when the time is right.
Any who, training is a lifestyle. Especially when you decide to compete. If you want to win, there are no days off. There are no "cheat days" (probably shouldn't have eaten my body weight in sushi last night). I tackle my 45 min commute from Marietta to North Druid Hills area every morning for work, leave at 6, get home to have just enough time to change clothes to head to Dallas for BJJ class. Basically, an 80 mile commute daily. On the days there isn't class, my boyfriend and I train at home. This particular day, there was no class so we did just that. For some reason, I thought my bf was going to help me work out. Meaning, work mitts with me or give me a cardio circuit to do, or just push me. I didn't know he planned on working out, too. Now the attention was not just on me, as now on both of us. Because this was not how I mentally prepared this workout, I didn't handle it well.
Now, with our vigorous training my boyfriend does sometimes take a pre/post workout booster that I am sometimes forced to take (and it's disgusting) in addition to my daily B-6 and B-12. I honestly am not sure what I took this day, but it definitely affected my mood. Maybe I mixed something I shouldn't have or maybe just because I am a woman.Whatever the case,I pretty much went psycho
I threw a minor tantrum in the garage which caused my boyfriend to cut his work out short and go inside the house. This was not the correct solution. Now I was alone in the garage (sauna suit and all) and not working out. I didn't want to hit our punching bag- I wanted to work mitts but because I was being so terrible Chazz was having none of it. At this point, he was cracking jokes from inside via text message and actually being kind of sweet. I was having none of that. I finally stormed inside to find he was leisurely watching TV with Bella while I was sulking. So, I did was any rational person would- I took the remote. And when he wouldn't let me go back into the garage, I went out the back door, walked completely around the house, crawled under the garage door that was halfway up and continued to sulk, now accompanied by the living room remote control.
Expecting Chazz to come and make everything better, I was quite shocked when he just went upstairs and started watching TV in the bedroom. I stomped up the stairs, screamed something like, "You just need to work out with me RIGHT NOW!!" he told me, "you are acting crazy". Everyone knows you don't tell a crazy person that, so of course, I disagreed and he then said, "I am not doing anything until you apologize."
The craziness took over at that point, rage running through my veins and I knew I had to unleash. My first instinct was to punch the wall, but for fear of breaking my hand I decided against that. See, rational even while irrational! Until.... I left the bedroom, went into hulk smash mode, and kicked the wall. Then cried. Then was consoled. Then apologized. It was quite the emotional roller coaster at our house. Poor Chazz. For the record, I did apologize profusely.
Two Questions:
1. Any one know how to patch drywall?
and
2. Any one need a work out buddy?
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| Hulk-smash engage! Compliments of my size 6.5 foot |
