Will Work For Sleep.

I just woke up from my nap.
The 7 minutes post-ZZZ's are pretty much a drunken haze of consciousness in which my general apathy peaks...
Its quite the sight I assure you.  But I think last week was finally catching up to me, and life was paying me back for the night I got roughly one hour of sleep and rolled into a 13 hour day.  Yeah, that was pretty.  So by Sunday I reached new levels of tired,...to the point that I couldn't even muster up the energy to put on a swimsuit and sleep by the pool...no, I opted for a hoodie, argyle socks, and fetal position with my cat.
I judge myself appropriately for this.
But in my defense it was an emotionally draining week as well.  I had a handful of clients moving away, so its never easy to say goodbye to people who are not only clients, but truly friends as well.  As I stood there with one young woman replaying the last several weeks and her growth along the way, I teared up like a baby.  Some people just grab you.
They walk into your life and you're never the same and forever grateful.
...so there I was praying the "waterproof" label on my mascara wasn't a load of crap.
I cried.  Again.

So here I am.
New week, and trying to catch up on sleep, sanity, and this ungodly pain in my traps.
Yesterday, I had to do the trainer/client challenge....Basically, each month there will  be an exercise that the trainers complete and clients choose to try and beat us on reps, time, or whatever the goal is.  This month was the following:
Single arm dumbbell snatch for 1 minute (women 25% of bodyweight, men 30%), with 1 minute rest between arms.
Sounds simple enough.
Yeah,...I cursed a lot in that 3 minutes.
I had to set the bar for the ladies, and it needed to be filmed and timed while I had witnesses, thus I had to do it in the few minutes I had between clients.  Brian was timing, other clients were counting/watching,...talk about pressure on a Monday.
I get 30 seconds into my right arm and thought holy shit I am going to drop this on my face and Brian will naturally post it on Youtube.  No, I didn't drop it on my face, but the difference in 30 seconds and 1 minute was beyond words.  Guys, I may never joke about that time gap again,...I get it...
My grip was fading and my quads felt like jello.  Some of the reps were a blur, and all I remember after the first arm was dropping the weight, walking in circles and saying shit more times than I could count.
I figured if I was going to waste oxygen on words, it was going to be 4 letter ones.  Story of my life.
The minute rest was a joke.
The left arm struggled, I got through,...and no I don't want to have to do that again anytime soon.  My heartrate was up around 190, and my traps today are so sore I can hardly touch them.  Despite my love of lifting and the gym, I don't want to actually feel my traps throb when I go to lift my coffee mug.  That's when happiness dies for me.

Results:
Weight: 30lb dumbbell
Right arm: 36 reps
Left arm: 33 reps
Total score: 69

I have several new clients this week, which is always exciting.  Fresh meat :).
Well, I am going to finish my cups 6 and 7 of coffee and get this train rolling for my afternoon crowd...
Game time.