I'm talented.

First off, I'd like to say that electric blankets are pretty damn fantastic.
Now that that's out of the way, today was beattheshitouttastuffday.

Yay, beattheshitouttastuffday!

I did Marcin's 1730 class, where he tried to convince me to rename my secret recipe chocolate chip cookies to "Marcin Chip Cookies". I told him I'd think about it. I was getting pretty tired, skipping days at the gym kills me! I dropped a plank and I was pissed that I dropped it.
Before today, I hadn't dropped a plank since I was fresh meat. Oh well.

I did Zach's 1830 class, and I was feeling beat down after the first few rounds of bag work. I tried to keep my stamina, but faded fast. I was able to hold out through the last 53 seconds of a plank from hell, although my butt was way too high in the air, but I couldn't drop another plank.

After class, we wasted some time and then I sparred two rounds with Zach. He, of course, beat the shit out of me, but I'm getting better at sparring Zach.
In the first round, Zach clocked me good a lot harder than I believe he intended too, cause he stopped and put a hand down and apologized. I, however, wasn't expecting an apology, and I got him upside the head with a right hook. Whoopsie.
I wasn't expecting an apology because A) it's boxing...I'm paying to get my ass kicked! And B) it's Zach...
I don't intend to imply or allege that Zach is a bad guy cause he's definitely not a bad guy, but he loves teaching lessons!

During the second round, I managed to stab myself in the eye with an eyelash (yeah, I have no friggin clue either-I'm just that talented).
I stopped sparring and started blinking rapidly, so Zach apologized and asked if I was okay, then realized he didn't even hit me in the eye. We're special.