Keys suck.

Yesterday (beattheshitouttastuffday) I did Marcin's Core Conditioning Class, and Zach's Traditional Boxing Class. I was planning on sparring and running afterwards, but my right shin (aka problem shin) started to hurt during the warm up of Marcin's class, so I decided not to run.

I really want to get my running time up, but I also need to take care of my shins.

During Zach's class, we were shadow boxing with weights, and while I was moving around, my head started to feel weird- almost like an out of body dizzy feeling, if that even makes sense.

So, I decided not to spar either.

We were almost at the end of Zach's class when we did a pushup/punch drill.

Basically, you do 2 punches on the bag, then 2 pushups.
4 punches on the bag, 4 pushups.
6 punches on the bag, 6 pushups.

All the way until the round ends, then we take a "break" and do russian twists, or penguins.

Then, we start wherever the fastest person ended. Yesterday, that was Menace with 20 punches/pushups, so we started at 20, and then did 18 punches, 18 pushups, then 16 punches, 16 pushups....all the way to 0.

Somewhere around 16 on the way back down, something in my elbow snapped.

A painful, arm-collapsing snap.

I have no idea what I did, but it hurt.

I sat there rubbing it for a minute, then went  into upper body plyos instead of push ups, per Zach's suggestion.

My elbow didn't hurt too badly after class, but if I moved it a certain way it ached a bit.

I packed up all my stuff and headed home, wanting nothing more than to take a nice, hot shower and collapse into my nice warm bed.

I pulled into the parking lot at home and walked over the the front door, I turned the key, and it came apart in my hand.
I broke my key off in the front door.

I threw my bags down on the sidewalk, and swore under my breath.

I walked backed to my car and grabbed a pair of tiny little jewelry pliers that have been sitting in  my cup holder for a few months, and got the piece of the key out.

I called my faux pa to see if he was home, as he has my spare keys.

He was home, so I drove 20 minutes to his house to grab my keys, and got roped into sitting and talking for a bit. In my mind I just wanted to go home and go to sleep, but I was nice.

I finally left and drove the 20 minutes back to my apartment.
I grabbed all my bags again, and walked to the front door.
I put the key in and tried to turn it....
....and it didn't work.

This time, I said a few expletives quite loudly, and trudged back to my car to call my landlord.

15 minutes later and over and hour after I originally got home, I was able to get into my apartment.

And that is the story of why I hate keys.

After I finally got inside, I weighed myself and the scale said 207.4.
I dropped a few more swears, decided that it was a crappy day, and took a shower and went to bed.

I know, plateaus happen, but they still suck.
I've been around 210 for almost a month now, and I'm incredibly annoyed.
I had hoped that starting to run would help get me off this plateau, but since I'm starting so slowly, it's not doing a damn thing.

However, I have derby practice today, (and a new front door key!) so hopefully today will suck less. :D