Dying For Tacos

This mornings workout was BRUTAL! And just when I was on the verge of puking up the banana and almond butter I had two hours prior, Bob was all like...okay now I want 50 bag jumps without messing up or your starting over.

Kill.Me.Now.

These are bag jumps...

This is NOT a good video cause these people are really bad(lol)...they are resting and pausing from side to side and that is NOT what Bob wants(slackers!).

Bob wants 50 CONSECUTIVE jumps over the bag from side to side, without stopping. You got to get a rhythm going and mine is usually interrupted by about jump 30 with the violent urge to urinate :)...every mom out there reading this knows exactly what I'm talking about! You have kids and from then on you are sneezing and laughing with your legs crossed and trampolines are not so fun anymore.

And since I am not going out like that, I excused myself to the restroom to pee, came back, sucked up the urge to hurl and did 50.

Then I died(but I did NOT piss myself).


Actually no, I made myself stay alive cause Bob and Chad said if I passed out I would wake up and find myself pantless at a truck stop. Aaaaah, life is just not complete without good friends I tell ya. :)

So I drove myself home(I think) and then I died.

Actually, no again, to my surprise I lived and even got to work. So to celebrate the fact that I am still alive I told Chris he needed to take me out for tacos...oh and it's his birthday on Sunday :)...and no I am NOT telling you how old he is because he sucks! ;)

Mmmmmmm tacos and nachos and that delicious white cheese stuff...don't hate me, I almost pissed myself died for them. :)