Soooo, I missed blogging yesterday. I got to about the last 2 minutes of cool down and suddenly my tummy went all kinds of wonky. I made a dash for the toilet, emptied everything inside my body including my kidneys and a lung and headed for bed for the rest of the day. It wasn't a workout thing, though. It was something else. I don't know what.
I was glad it came at the end of the workout so at least I got one in, you know? Of course, drinking my Slim-Fast at the end was not an option. Turns out ginger ale is a better choice. Too bad I didn't have any. Ah, well. The workout was awesome. It was my last CS workout of this round of P90X. Good-bye, Core, you have been a faithful friend to me from day 1. You and your backyard shelves.
Today I'm feeling better. I'm keeping food down, and I just have residual weakness from yesterday's complete post-workout, bed-ridden inertia. I tackled Kenpo with a bit less enthusiasm, but I'll be damned if I let a little vomit yesterday postpone my finishing this bad boy on Thursday! Plus, I have some anger I'm trying to get out of my system. I punched and kicked with less lethal force, but I still would have left some serious bruises.
Days 86 and 87: Brought.
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