Bootcamp this week was pretty much a no-go for me. Since I felt really crappy on Monday, I decided to take a rest day. Though part of my felt like I could probably get a workout in, a larger part of me knew it’d probably be better for me to take it easy and not push my already taxed body.
I did go to hip hop on Tuesday because I’m stinkin’ obsessed with my hip hop class and would have had to have been unable to get out of bed to skip class. I told my roommate the other day that I’m pretty sure this is what it feels like to be in love haha. I cannot get enough of this class! Class on Tuesday was not so hot given my tummy trouble, but even though I felt ridiculously nauseous I still left class thinking, “Holy smokes I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS SO MUCH I CAN’T EVEN HANDLE IT.” That’s serious love, folks.
I felt up to moving on Wednesday but was reaaaaalllllly crunched for time, so I did a gentle 15 minute yoga practice I found in YouTube. I haven’t practiced yoga for two or three years and it felt nice to stretch things out. Yoga doesn’t quite do it for me on the workout front like regular cardio or strength training, but I’m glad I was able to get a little movement in even though I only had a few free minutes.
I knew last week that Thursday, Friday, and Saturday were going to be ridiculously busy for me and I probably wouldn’t have any time to workout at all. Originally I planned on doing my Thursday workout before I left for work, but after this whole bout of stomach woe I thought it would be best to get a full night of sleep instead of cutting my rest short for the sake of getting in a workout. Friday and Saturday were full of activity for me, which once again meant no Best Body Bootcamp.
I can’t say I’m exactly thrilled about taking all of this time off. I really enjoyed last week of bootcamp and would have loved to have been able to keep going with that. Even though taking all of this time off hasn’t been the easiest thing I’ve ever done, I know it’s what I had to do for the sake of my body. Whether I actually ever had something truly wrong with me or if it was mostly all anxiety-driven, I know there’s no way I could’ve worked out last week other than what I did. It’s not fun, but that’s just how the cookie crumbles sometimes. It’s done, it’s over, there’s nothing I can do about it. Time to move on to Phase Three.