Son of a motherless goat. If the pain were on the left side of my chest, I’d swear I was having a heart attack, except that it’s on the right so I have no idea what’s going on there. Pulled muscle? Should I call a masseuse? I can’t be dying. If I were, I’m handling it well. I just had some peanut butter and checked my Facebook notifications. And I’m here, updating my blog. Dying can wait, I suppose.
WOD today was:
Seemed simple enough and AA, the prince that he is (and my former Paleo Challenge teammate whom I lost the challenge for – SORRY AGAIN!), gave us several alternatives so that the WOD seemed easy.
Until I saw the reps.
20 – 18 – 16 – 14 – 12 – 10 – 8 – 6 – 4 – 2
What the freakinfrackinfark?!!!
To make matters worse, Miggy was there. “Gai! Do Rx! You’ve been doing this long enough!”
Ack!
It’s a good thing Rx was only 45 lbs. which, on hindsight, I could have stuck with except that I’d still be at the box two hours later, cussing everyone out. And the whole psychology of those numbers and competing with others was too unnerving. Halfway through the first set, I wussed out and switched to front squats. AA preferred that I stick to the squat cleans so he handed me the 35-lb. bar for my second set. Later on, he said that when I reached 10 reps, I could change from squat cleans to front squats. (Told ya he’s a prince!) Since the right side of my chest started hurting by then, I took him up on his offer.
Of course, I didn’t do the ring dips. I did regular tricep dips with my feet elevated on a 12" box. I’m not sure if I was doing them right but I wasn’t about to ask and sped along on those.
I finished in 17:04 minutes.
Seriously though, I have no idea what’s going on with my health. Yes, the chest pain is still there. But even before the WOD started, I felt sick and was gagging in the bathroom.
I think my body is going nuts from all the abuse I’ve been putting it through. Last Saturday, I went to see a friend’s art exhibit and felt dizzy and dehydrated so I sat outside for a while and finished a pitcher of water. That night, I had dinner with my cousins and felt instantly sick as soon as I took a bite of lechon. I had to stop eating completely. When I can’t eat lechon, you know something is rotten in the state of Gai Olivares.
Go and see Chicago-based artist, Jun Jun Sta. Ana’s exhibit at Avellana Art Gallery. Or just go visit the gallery. The compound shared by gallery owner, Albert Avellena, furniture designer, Eric Paras, and fashion designer, Joji Lloren, is beautiful. Restored old houses with high ceilings, huge windows, wooden floorboards, filled with interesting art pieces. A must-visit for anyone who loves beautiful things.
Well, I didn’t stop eating completely. I did have a slice of cake. From four different cakes. Oops.
NO, I’M NOT PREGNANT.
I think I’m just sick of eating rich, heavy food and need to go on a Cheetos diet. (Don’t take me seriously, I’m kidding. Although that is what I really want right now.) The thought of eating anything savory is completely unappealing to me.
Until I get hungry in about 30 minutes. 😉
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll get back to being healthy. In January. For now, ’tis the season to be naughty.
