"Mighty Mud Mania" was the name of the event I worked at in Scottsdale this week... Unfortunately I was nowhere near the mud pits or water slides they had for the kids... (which meant I was nowhere near the hoses to make the mud, the hoses to fuel the water slides, or the sprinklers to wash the kids off after the muddy fun). I was in the overflow parking lot which was serviced by the shuttle buses taking people to and from the event about a mile or so from the park. It was set up at the local middle school on the ball fields...(and you know from experience that ball fields don't have trees. There was one tree next to the smallest field, but that wasn't usable until the afternoon. So, the human "cheeto" was baked from 7:00 am until around 3 pm. I think it made it up to about 112 or so, but it was hard to tell after awhile. I drank water and gatorade the whole day and never visited the restroom...(almost 2 1/2 gallons I figured).
I also met my trainer at 4:30 that afternoon, but when we started working out, the cramps started coming... (more cramps than a PMS clinic). I had so many cramps, I thought I was two people. Hips, hamstrings, quads, calfs, feet, toes, back, and glutes all took their turn locking up. So we stopped working out and he just stretched me out for the next 45 minutes... I was able to walk (under my own power) to the car, came home and ate a banana and had some Chinese food to load up on some sodium, several bottles of Gatorade and a loooooong shower...(hoping to absorb water through osmosis). That seemed to do the trick because I made it through the night without waking up as "pretzel boy". A little sore but none the worse for wear.
The rest of the week was quiet. Steve, my friend and houseguest for a few days, has set off on the IRBIB tour of 2009. (I Rather Be In Boise). It is the first time I've heard that expression and most definitely the last time. It struck me so funny that when we finally stopped laughing we named his trip after it. Job hunting for him here has gone nowhere so he is off on a trip west to LA and up the coast to visit friends and family (he's originally from Oregon), eventually ending up in, you guessed it, Boise, Idaho where the job market hopefully will be more kind. I wish him good luck in his adventure. He is posting the trip in Stages like the Tour De France and only leaving clues as to where he is...(pretty obvious though if you think about them). Happy trails, Steve-o.
I hope to go to the driving range this afternoon (after kickboxing--will I never learn?) because I couldn't play golf during the week, thanks to my sadistic trainer. He killed me so bad on Monday that I was sore until Thursday night... (Discovered new muscles that haven't ever been sore before). He promised to let up (a little) on me next week and even offered a peace offering... a free round of golf Sunday with him and two friends (sweet!). It's at a course I haven't played yet so it's even better. We'll meet for breakfast and then off to the course. Four East Coast guys on the golf course...(should be a lot of "f" bombs dropping). Not sure whether to beat him too badly because he could take it out on me next week...(screw that, go for the jugular!). I'll give a some tips and beat the pants off him (if I not too sore...lol).
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