Murph and Meat

So this Saturday I met Murph.  I am humbled by Lt Michael Murphy's service to his country and therefore did not say any naughty words as I completed this horrendous workout: 2km row, 300 airsquats, 200 pushups, 100 chin ups, 2km row.
A few points - I did need rubber bands as I am still technically an exercise mong.  Also, I could have chosen to run 3.2km instead of row 4km but then we'd have hell frozen over which is not great for climate change yada yada.  What I found MOST unhelpful was one of the trainers coming over to me and saying 'how many to go?' and me saying '136 push ups' and him saying 'didn't anyone tell you that you should be doing a half-workout because you've not been coming long?'.
Ahhhh let me think (I said to myself), hmmm NO they DIDN'T and this mysterious 'ANYONE' would be YOU Mr Bastardface! Just kidding - his face is not at all bastardy.
I had a choice in that moment and I chose to finish the full workout.... It took me 15 minutes over cut-off but I finished and I was bloody proud of my iron anaemic self too.
I spent the rest of the day sounding like the lyrics from an early Kings of Leon song... I got a massive headache, I couldn't lift my arms without shaking etc etc bla bla first world problems. BUT I also got a few hours out with hot husband (thanks Mum!)! We went down to check out South Wharf (who knew THAT existed?) and went to the Meat Market for dinner.  I was in paleo heaven.  Definitely a place I will visit again.
We ended the night with some drinks at my affiliate's fundraiser where we won a night for two in a boutique hotel (woot woot!)... which nicely offset the parking fine from the wankers at Port Phillip.
All-in-all not a bad one.