Work and renovation had occupied most of my sane time slots, leaving me unable to hop in to the cardio-intense classes at the gym for a good two weeks. But I managed go to all the usual Pilates and Reformer classes. Wooohooo. Nobody was traumatized by my newly lasered crusty spots. Hurhurhur. I'm less conscious of them this round since the crust formed isn't as dark. The melanin has largely been broken up during the last round, so this round is to clear up the remnants.
Finally resumed the cardio schedule. I know my fitness level wouldn't drop over two weeks lah. But stepping into a familiar tough class still felt a little scary. Had slacked off on doing many daily press-ups. Hahahaha. Today at boxing-cardio class, burpees and mountain climbers greeted me at warm-ups, followed by a zillion press-ups, punches and kicks. It was kinda fun that every face was a familiar face in this class, and obviously nobody was a newbie...... so damn, the instructor upped the intensity and pace, and went to town with us. Wooohooo.
I threw 'em fierce and fast punches. It was good to punch the shit out of the sandbag. Had latent anger that needed diffusing. 🙃 At the end of the 45 minutes, I wasn't sapped. It just felt like an awesome workout. Much needed. Perhaps it was because of the familiar faces and grins all around, there were some great vibes going on in this class as we grunted through some truly terrifying versions of press-ups and planks. It felt incredibly wonderful.
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