(Not) An Epic Fail

Last nite, I got my butt back into gear and went to my Jazzercise class after work.  I was a little nervous, but I did fine.


The last class (which was just last week, for the uninformed) I attended was about 5 hours after I had given blood.  Not a great idea, as I found out.  I'm not sure if I was a mental-case or what, but I could barely breath, and my head felt all wonky, like I was about to hit the dirt at any moment.  I had to excuse myself from class early and take off.  I felt like a failure, but better to leave early than to pass out and make a fool of myself in front of everyone. 


So, nervous-ness aside, I went last night to class and it was awesome as usual.  My arms are killing me today, though!   And, I pretty much feel like an old lady getting in and out of my desk chair, so I guess there was a good leg workout as well.  Most likely, I blocked the pain from my mind as a repressed memory.  Hey, whatever it takes to get (and stay) on the bandwagon!