Went too far

I have been warned of this, but it never happened before.

Today I had a particularly stressful workout with the Beast--who has a bulging disk and may well be trying to dissipate his pain by taking it out on me.

I had to do 100 squats. It may not sound like much, but it is. Try it. I will wait for you to get back when you are done.

Done? Harder than it sounds huh? I get a little nauseated about 40 into it. But I did it. The Beast always asks me a day or two after doing a lot of squats if I am still able to sit on the toilet without collapsing. Well it finally happened. On my way to pee, my legs flat gave out and I crashed on the can.

That was such an embarrassing moment. At least it was my own toilet and no one was home, except for Tequila who came to see what the ruckus was about. And if I had never blogged about it, no one would know, but evidently I do not know when to shut up.

Another thing I had to do was a buttload of sit-ups. He saves them for the end when I am already shaking all over, so it is even harder to do. My ankles actually hurt from putting my toes under another machine to brace against. It kinda feels like I have been walking in high heels, which is not my forte at all.

All of this would not matter except that I was supposed to do my cardio after work, and after my workout with the Beast. However, I flat could not do it. Then I get to the farm, where I have the full house of horses stalled and realize that this was Madison's track meet day, so I still had to feed, water, hay and clean everyone. No big deal, but it added even more exhaustion to me.

I got some great pics of storm clouds as they rolled in--we would not want to go a day without freaking rain here--but I am too wiped out to even get up and get the camera. It was do pics or eat and I guess we know where I came down on that one.

Finally though, Gypsy is considering foaling--she has a touch of wax tonight, and has been pacing for a solid two hours. I am watching her via foalcam, trying to talk myself into going to sleep with her, but I do not want to for some reason. She keeps stopping and posturing as if she has to pee, but no one has to pee that much, so it must be getting close.

I am looking forward to tomorrow--lots going on and perhaps a new foal--I just hope I can bear my own weight under my own power. Anyone want to take bets on if I will be able to get out of bed on my own?