The antibiotics have really helped. Yay modern medicine. I’ve been itching to go to class for a long time, but apprehensive about returning. Fear of death by gasping.

Oh, and I picked a humdinger of a night to come back. Small class, 10 of us. But the warm up from hell. 100 (straight) reps each of: side step passes, single leg set ups, swinging armlocks, butterfly lifts, and one other thing.

Then Damian paired us up for a 40 minute long round. I had JR. Both he and Damian knew I was not near 100%, so the goal was to just keep moving and take a breather as necessary. And I did. It wasn’t pretty by any stretch, but I pushed through it.

Apparently this is the class for this week. Which makes me question my original plan of training on Friday morning!