Yesterday's workout was grueling—at least, for me it was. I did stick around to do the cardio after Krav. I was the only one who showed up for that class, too, so I got to work one-on-one with the instructor. It turned out to be a good thing, because he brought the intensity down to my level. He still really pushed me, don't get me wrong. He had a list of 10 exercises, and originally told me it would be 60 reps of each. Then, he told me he'd only make me do thirty of each. Thank God he did. I had to run off half-way through the workout and hug the toilet. I thought I was done with the nausea thing, but the additional exercise brought it back. The cardio session lasted about 40 minutes. I was completely exhaused afterwards (and still am).
On the drive home, my mind sorted through the various pains that I was feeling, an one seemed out of place: the damned underwire had popped through my bra again. I'd been working out with a nearly skewered boob. I actually didn't have any sport bras, so I was just wearing a non-padded underwire bra. Now that bra is garbage. I told Hubby about it and he took me out shopping for new sports bras. I now have 5. Yippee! No more boob-kabob.
That can't have felt comfortable. =/ Yay for new bras!
ReplyDeleteAlso, just remember how quick you rebounded from having to hug the toilet during Krav class. Another day or two of cardio and your body will be loving all this attention!