Self-rejection with a side order of pride

My body is going to start rejecting me. I've been coughing for the last hour and it's not because I'm sick. In fact, I think I've finally overcome whatever ailment the kids passed on to me last week. No no, it's because I went for my so-called-Olympic-training tonight. After the squats, leg presses, chest presses, V-sits and so on and so forth, we ran 12 laps. That's 12 more than I thought I could do. In fact, I was so proud of myself because when I got there, I did 3 just to warm up and then when he said we were going to do 3 - 2 - 1 and then 3 - 2 - 1 laps AGAIN I nearly died. Of course I am the slowest in the group but I did it. So there. Pbthththththhthth.

I think because of this I shall be rewarded by having Matt Costa tickets deliciously showered upon me at the last minute. So far me-thinks he is sold out. Gah. My body hurts and a night out with some girls would do me good.