Never Be Late Again

I really don't like being late, so when I was late for Special Training on Saturday morning, I was both embarrassed and frustrated with myself. However, I definitely paid for it...and not just because CGN Brandy made Boy Sam and I do the rope climbs and push-ups at the end. Getting there late, I didn't get the chance to warm up with the initial jog to the track and simply got on the track and started jogging at a rather quick pace for not having warmed up. Being late put a lot of pressure on me to push myself hard, and while I did take about 10 seconds off my mile, and a second off my 100 meter dash, that mile took about all the energy I had for the day and it was the first time I had ever felt nausea after a jog. The nausea continued throughout the training, but in a way I was lucky that I hadn't eaten breakfast...even if it would have helped keep my energy up. I was honestly surprised at myself for making improvements in everything except for the plank. After Special Training, I went home and took a very long nap, slept through kickboxing, and woke up more frustrated about missing that class too. Then it was time to get up and host a baby shower...feeling crappy, and if you know me well, then you know I was stressed about making sure every detail of the baby shower was right. What an exhausting day...even with the nap.

Needless to say, I will never be late again...it causes trouble.