While I may harp on Tony for many things - such as annoying repetitive comments, referring to Drea as someone who "flies through the air with the greatest of ease" a million times, or shouts "HELLLOOOO" a little too well - now I have a major gripe. There is a missing warning for people out there buying P90X. What is it? DON'T GIVE BLOOD WHILE DOING P90X!!! Alright, that's really not the case (actually, give blood whenever you can, people need it - go to http://www.givelife.org/ to find a donation site near you), so here's the probably way too long and not nearly funny enough story behind the comment.
One of my training centers had a blood drive this past Friday, and since I'm the one in charge I figured I better be there to pony up a pint. Seeing as I was already behind a day because of a nutty schedule this week I figured I could do my yoga in the morning, give blood, hit a movie, and then do my second workout in the evening. It seems logical, right?
So I do my yoga in the morning (yes, I still hate it... don't worry, you won't convince me otherwise), take a shower to smell pretty for the ladies with the needles, and head out to donate. While I'm sitting in the chair, sipping a coke (diet of course), and waiting for the nurse to jab the McDonald's straw size needle into my arm she starts going over the post-donation instructions. Here's how the conversation went:
Nurse: "Please stay in the cantina for at least 10 minutes after you donate, do not take off the dressing for at least five hours, and no strenuous physical activity."
Me: "Well, how long until I can do strenuous physical activity."
Nurse: "Oh... no strenuous activity for the rest of the day."
Me: "So you're saying I can't workout at all today?"
Nurse: "Yes."
Me: "What if I wait until 9:00pm?"
Nurse: "Well that would be still be today, wouldn't it."
Me: "..."
So I managed to get my morning workout in but I was screwed for my second workout. DAMN YOU RED CROSS (oh wait, I'm supposed to be blaming Tony for this). DAMN YOU TONY!!! In all actuality the reason that you're not supposed to workout is because they just poked a giant hole in a vein and a spike in blood pressure could cause you to start spouting blood like ol' faithful. My workout time instead got replaced with going through some Dreamweaver tutorials - wheee!
Oh... yeah, I did work out today to make up for it. I had a 10-hour day at work, so a double was out of the question. Good thing since today was legs and back - it's one helluva workout. I was exhausted, but I pushed my way through and made some good improvements. For the first time I did all of the pull-ups without the chair! I may not have done a lot, but I did do all sets with at least a few off the chair. I then doubled up with chair assisted to make sure I burned myself out. In closing today was good and I had a fun workout. I'm actually even starting to enjoy Ab Ripper X - go figure. I think that's because I'm starting to see the beginnings of what you would consider "abs."
And for the final comment of the day we go to the ol' tape measure. My pants have been fitting a little loose lately and I realized that I was using a new hole on my belt, so I pulled out the tape measure. The result? I've lost an inch off my waist in the past 5 weeks! Giddy up!
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This made me laugh, as in "its funny cuz its true."
I went to circus school, which meant activity usually from 9am to sometimes as late as 11pm. One thursday, the bloodmobile came into town, and so I hauled ass over to deliver my sanguine duty.
The nurse said the same thing to me- no exercise for the rest of the day. I thought, -cool, I'm done for the day anyhow.
The following morning while I was doing a handstand sequence, I felt weak as hell, and I couldn't figure out *Why*. And then it hit me. The blood! The lack of blood! Needless to say, I ended the day by blacking out in class.
Moral? Its longer than one day.
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