Day 3 - Heave

Today was my third one on one workout with Brent, bright and early at 6:30 this morning. It was going pretty well, it was tough, but not terrible. The worst part about him is that he doesn't give you much rest in between exercises. Im lucky to get a whole minute sometimes. Im sure this is part of the method to his madness, but damn, sometimes a girl needs to breathe!
On the last circuit I had to do the treadmill at a 7.5 incline, 3.5 speed for a minute and a half, then a minute of squats with weights, then a minute of rows. Then a minute rest and right back the the treadmill.
I was still out of breath from the first round and I had to get back on. This time he decided to go for 4.5 speed. Im only 5'4, I have little legs, and they dont go very fast. 4.5 is a lot for me, even in that very short amount of time. By the last 30 seconds, I was pretty much crying. When I finally made it and got off, I just needed a second to breath. Too late, exercise overload and I started to cough. Luckily I dont like to eat in the morning, but Brent makes me get up early and have a protein shake so I have something in me.
While Brent tried to get me to move on to the next exercise, I was freaking out. Its kind of a blur now. I remember saying I just need a minute, crying kind of, then I'm hoovering over the garbage can. Horking up nothing thankfully, but heaving still the same.
I caught my breath, collected myself, and finished the last 2 exercises. Brent was beaming! Not like he likes to see anyone throw up, but its good to be pushed outside your comfort zone, its good to let your body know change is coming, and its good to suck it up and keep going!
He even called me at my desk an hour later just to say how proud he was of me, and that I did a great job. It was a terrible 3 minutes of my life, but I was just fine the rest of the day. I hate knowing that more days like this or come, but its not his fault I'm out of shape.
Puke happens, I'll survive.