I'm so tired right now. So exhausted. Really physically exhausted.
Friday night I went straight from work to see some wrestling. It was fun. It was a show by the company who I've began training with. Great to see the people who I'm going to be learning from and the like. Less great to see someone hospitalized with shooting pains in his back and neck. He only got out today :S
Then on Saturday I went to Manchester to do the ol' ComedySportz thing. The show was great. There are three shows next month (Two at The Comedy Store) and it was a great stepping stone for those shows.
After the show we all went for a curry. I hate curry. Not because of curry really. I just never finish what I get. I usually get bored of it quite quickly and can't be bothered. Ho-hum. That was followed by a trip to Krispy Kreme. HO YES. No more needs to be said. A late night drive back to Wales followed that.
Then this morning, following a Krispy Kreme breakfast, I headed off to begin my wrestling training. After a 45 minute warm-up of circuit drills and the like, I was, having not done any aerobic exercise in about a year, FUCKED.
Having become dizzy and faint, I headed for the bathroom to evacuate the contents of my stomach in a responsible manner. However the bathroom was miles away. And between me and the bathroom was a hallway full of parents and children who were being graded in Jiu Jitsu. Needless to say, I was in a hurry. I managed to barge into the hallway to ensure everyone was looking at me, get to the middle of the room and spew all over myself and the floor.
I carried on running to the bathroom. The looks I got were awesome. It was like in a movie where someone becomes infected with some kind of virus and is on the streets dying - People in suits kind of look at them and try and avoid touching them, dealing with them, or helping them. It was exactly like that.
When I got to the bathroom I emptied my mouth and washed my hands. You know how when you exercise your spit goes all stringy? The vom was just like that. All over my hands. I washed my hands only to realize that my beard was harbouring a stringy little spew-fellow too. How hobo-riffic!
Anyway, that was the story of me spewing onto myself in front of a load of strangers. I'm sure it makes me look so hot and desirable. I am after all, on the rebound.
I can't wait for next week's training session. It'll come the day after I get more of my tattoo done, hopefully some colour this week. Whoop!
Friday night I went straight from work to see some wrestling. It was fun. It was a show by the company who I've began training with. Great to see the people who I'm going to be learning from and the like. Less great to see someone hospitalized with shooting pains in his back and neck. He only got out today :S
Then on Saturday I went to Manchester to do the ol' ComedySportz thing. The show was great. There are three shows next month (Two at The Comedy Store) and it was a great stepping stone for those shows.
After the show we all went for a curry. I hate curry. Not because of curry really. I just never finish what I get. I usually get bored of it quite quickly and can't be bothered. Ho-hum. That was followed by a trip to Krispy Kreme. HO YES. No more needs to be said. A late night drive back to Wales followed that.
Then this morning, following a Krispy Kreme breakfast, I headed off to begin my wrestling training. After a 45 minute warm-up of circuit drills and the like, I was, having not done any aerobic exercise in about a year, FUCKED.
Having become dizzy and faint, I headed for the bathroom to evacuate the contents of my stomach in a responsible manner. However the bathroom was miles away. And between me and the bathroom was a hallway full of parents and children who were being graded in Jiu Jitsu. Needless to say, I was in a hurry. I managed to barge into the hallway to ensure everyone was looking at me, get to the middle of the room and spew all over myself and the floor.
I carried on running to the bathroom. The looks I got were awesome. It was like in a movie where someone becomes infected with some kind of virus and is on the streets dying - People in suits kind of look at them and try and avoid touching them, dealing with them, or helping them. It was exactly like that.
When I got to the bathroom I emptied my mouth and washed my hands. You know how when you exercise your spit goes all stringy? The vom was just like that. All over my hands. I washed my hands only to realize that my beard was harbouring a stringy little spew-fellow too. How hobo-riffic!
Anyway, that was the story of me spewing onto myself in front of a load of strangers. I'm sure it makes me look so hot and desirable. I am after all, on the rebound.
I can't wait for next week's training session. It'll come the day after I get more of my tattoo done, hopefully some colour this week. Whoop!
Hope you feel better. xxx