I hate throwing up

I threw up on the way home from the gym.

I'm not proud of it.

We joined the local gym earlier this year and decided to sign up for a trainer, since both of us were going it actually made it affordable.

We've got a great trainer - she really puts us through our paces - but she really did it to us tonight.

I know, I know...we should get a male trainer, because "they understand" blah blah blah, we REALLY like our Trainer and we work great together - and that's enough.

Tonight there were two meatheads in the workout room tossing a medicine ball to each other, so the Trainer said "We're gonna work the floor" and so we walked out to the machines......uh oh.

I've never been much of a machine guy, heck I've never been much of a gym guy.

We worked the machines and did a great little upper body workout, I'll be surprised if I can grasp a pencil in the morning.

Our time was up and I was sweating!  We walked out to the car and drove to the other end of the lot while the Husband went into the grocery store for provisions...so I waited.

And while I waited, I started to sweat a little bit more, my tummy was upset.  So I laid my seat back and started doing my Lamaze Breathing.

We headed home and even though I had the window rolled down, even though it was barely 45 degrees outside - I kept sweating.

Every pot hole made it worse, we turned, my stomach kept going straight.  We were getting ready to turn the corner on our street when I literally yelled - PULL OVER!

I unbuckled, threw open the door, almost hit a fire hydrant and let it hurl.

I think I'd rather throw up when I'm really drunk, because at least you sort of forget the whole thing.

It's really hard to forget throwing up on the side of the street, while you're still in your car and the hot neighbor you've been wanting to say "Hi" to, walks by.

Damn Gym!