It happened and I lived through it, kind of just though. I was short of breath and had to stop or slow dramatically halfway through most of the songs.
But I stuck it out and then went home and absolutely crashed feeling the effects of congested lungs and not enough air.
No worries, if you might have been worried that is, I’ve a doctors appointment tomorrow morning to figure out the malingering nasty and NO one else has even gotten the sniffles in my house. Pretty sure I’m host to a one woman case of ick that is settled in.
Tonight I have my weightlifting class and I still plan to go and see if I’m any better off than last week. I may spend it , part of the time at least, on the flat of my back.
I’ll be there and trying.
It’s discouraging to try and still feel kind of defeated. To see the same silhouette and have the much fought for energy vanish.
But, onwards and upwards because backwards is not an option!!
Go team (pompoms waving and Zumba/weightlifting ladies cheering with some serious style)!
Good night or good morning, blog reading lovelies.
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