I’m pretty sure I’ve always done that. When faced with pain and discomfort (or the thought of impending pain and discomfort), I giggle. Sometimes it turns into a mild hysterical giggle where I imagine anyone around me thinks I’m nuts.
Allow me to illustrate.
In boot camp, I probably got myself into more trouble by laughing when the company commander’s were “cycling” us (putting us through hellish cycles of running, push ups, sit ups, repeat) than for any other reason (boot camp is no fun without getting into trouble now and again). I remember very distinctly during my third week getting into a LOT of trouble. For laughing at the wrong time. Week 3 is notorious in boot. It’s the week where they beat you down physically as much as they can. The point is to break all your civilian habits, and begin to rebuild you as part of a team. I get that, but it’s tough. Anyway, it was the worst day, and I think I had been doing push ups for 2 hrs. They took every person who fell out, and laid them across the backs of those of us left. At the point they laid someone across my shoulders, I lost it. I laughed until I was crying, and every time a CC would yell at me for thinking this was “funny”, I’d laugh harder and get yelled at some more. Finally one of them must have been overly offended, and I was sentenced to a day of public flogging.
Okay, that’s my term for it because I can’t honestly remember what it was really called, but it’s the same thing. I had to spend 9 hrs the next day standing at attention in front of the main building, where any CC at the command could cycle me at will. It was me and some guy who was there for fighting. I was there…for LAUGHING.
Without going into too much detail, I also broke into hysterics while getting tattoos. I got looked at funny there too. I’m not going to even get into the whole giving birth thing!
And it happened to me tonight. I decided another torture session in a Spinning class would be a good idea (MUST rethink the decision making paradigm). I made plans to meet a friend of mine, so off I went. I also ran into one of my youngest daughter’s friends’ mom (say THAT three times fast), so the three of us stood talking outside the cycle classroom waiting for the other class to finish. It finally does, and the participants start walking out. The first person comes out, and she’s soaked. I giggle. More and more people are piling out, and I’m starting to get my hysterical giggle going as I notice they are progressively sweatier and sweatier. Of course I’m too chicken to back out since I was there with a friend, so in I went.
This instructor wasn’t as energetic or encouraging as the other one last week, and I think he was probably a CC or Drill Sargent in a past life, but it was a good class. About half way in I wanted to throw up…and then the giggling started. I was trying to keep it down so he wouldn’t hear me and think that it meant I had more energy than I did and call me out for not working hard enough. My friend probably thought I was a little batty for laughing while everyone else was groaning. Oh well, not much I can do about that.
Before my spinning class, I got my Fitlinxx strength training workout in, so I feel very productive indeed! I took R and M with me so they could do their Y thing, and D (who’s home sick) picked A up from school.
I got home, and I’m pretty sure my eldest daughter called me a sweaty stank-muffin. Charming. She did mention that “she loved me anyway” though.
Last night before bed I made lunches and figured out what I was going to wear (I rarely do that, but I’m liking it!). The morning went very smoothly and I took R to school. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to eat a real breakfast, so I grabbed a Clif bar and ate it on the way to my 8am. It’s certainly a filling meal, but I felt sort of like I was wasting it, since it’s really my pre-long run meal!
Anyway, after that meeting and another were over, I ran out to the post office to mail a package to my sister and then stopped for a smoothie! Back at the office, I ate leftovers from yesterday’s tempeh crock pot meal for lunch while in another meeting. Later for a snack I had some coleslaw and then some pretzels and hummus before working out. After the gym, I reheated some of the leftover Caribbean rice, squash, and black-eyed pea dish and put WAY too much hot sauce on it! It was tasty, but I couldn’t feel my mouth for a bit.
So that was my day! Tomorrow is a really early day, but I should be done around 3pm, so that’s good. It’s also a run day, which makes me very happy. And yes, I’ll be going back to my torture class on Wednesday. I’ll try to keep my giggling to a minimum, but no promises.