Thar she blows!

My first workout with Leslie could be roughly considered a disaster. Why? I threw up. That's right. Thirty minutes into my workout, I lost my breakfast.
Part of the problem: I was drinking my breakfast while working out.
I was always under the impression that you're not supposed to eat before working out in the morning. According to Leslie, I should have gobbled something down about 20 to 30 minutes before. Wow. I'll sure know better next time.
So, the 10 minutes on the treadmill weren't that much of a problem. I got a little winded, but it actually felt good.
Then came the squats. That's where you bend your knees as far as you can from a standing position. You're trying to keep your knees lined up straight, and you're trying to keep balance. Two sets of 15, if I remember right. Of course, my memory's a bit hazy.
There were also the two sets of lunges. As a former fencer, let me tell you that lunges in the exercise world are a lot different. And they hurt.
Well, about that time, I started seeing little sparkly lights and feeling rough. That's when Leslie asked me if I ate breakfast this morning.
No, Leslie, I didn't.
So she went to get me a bottle of water and a protein chocolate shake thingie. I began to guzzle both, and continued on to the modified pushups.
We've all seen the modified pushup. In high school, you called them girlie pushups. So did I. So I was feeling pretty humiliated to be doing them in front of Leslie.
That's an interesting side note that should be mentioned. Leslie is an extremely beautiful, extremely fit person -- the type that most men probably try to act extremely macho around. It's hard to do when you have to stop in between girlie pushups because you feel sick.
But that wasn't when I popped. That came when I went to work out on this crazy chest pumping machine thing. You sit down and push the weights out. I was set at 30 pounds and thinking to myself, "Surely I could set it on 50 and nobody'd mind."
That's when I knew, with startling certainty, that I needed to find my way to the bathroom.
No details beyond that, but when I came out, Leslie seemed very concerned. I could just hear the thoughts running through her brain -- "There's no way I can help this man. He needs a doctor, and possibly a donut."
OK, so I added the donut part.
Here's the strangest part. I took the morning off to make sure I was feeling fine...but by noon I was feeling great! I'm writing this around 3 p.m. and I still feel great. I hope I don't have to throw up every time to feel this way.
Going back to the gym tomorrow. Also, tomorrow I'll write about my food problem.