I survived. It was torture, but I did it. I had to take a lot of little mini-breaks, but I did it. I felt like I was gonna die, but I did it.
Here's what we did: Running laps, squat thrusts (burpees), wall sits, sprints, tons of ab work, kickboxing, and the usual take-out-all-your-frustration-on-the-heavy-bag punching combos, pushups, planks, and some weird sit-up and punching combo that was hella hard. I'm sore and it's not even 3 hours past my workout! I can't even imagine what it's going to be like tomorrow. I'm glowing with pride:) It only took me about 5 months to get back, but I'm finally there. My head's in the right space now. I even have war-wounds. Well, one. A bruise on my elbow from doing elbow strikes on the heavy bag. It's ok, it makes me look tough:)
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That sounds like an awesome workout. Great stuff. My bf does burpees. They should be called vomit-ees!
ReplyDeleteI agree, every time I got down on the ground and popped back up it felt like my stomach was going to come out of my mouth. Gross. And I'm rather well-endowed, so my legs can't come up straight so I do this pigeon-toed thing.....I'm sure it's entertaining to the trainer:)
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