Thursday

I did it. I made it through Cardio Fusion. And I'm alive to tell you all about it.

Cardio Fusion at Children's is usually the hardest class I do. I love pushing myself when I'm ready to give up, and the feeling of pride I get when I'm finished. I had not been to class in two months, and even though I missed it, I was nervous about going.

I tried to take it easy. My whole goal was just to finish class and not quit before it was over. Mission accomplished. I'm not at full power, but I'd say I was giving it a good 65 percent or so. It felt good.

Since my surgery, every new thing I do comes with a bit of trepidation. But when I do something once and realize I'm OK, I'm over the fear. Today's class was no exception. I feel like I'm on my way back to my routine. I'm trying at least.

Here's proof that I went. Sweaty red face and all.
 

I know I said I'd blog every day this week (I'm pushing it to get this one in, as it's technically Friday). But I'm off tomorrow to celebrate Valentine's Day a few days late, so I probably won't post after all. Hey, four out of five isn't bad, right?

Have a great weekend, y'all!