I ended up getting to pole a little bit late. I was kind of bad before I left and ate some Poppycock. The sugar caused my blood sugar to take a dump while I was driving. I started sweating and got really sick. I had to stop for a soda to bring me back up. Then I ate some nuts to even me out. Lame. But I knew better. After gastric bypass surgery, I became very sensitive to sugar. It was especially stupid because I had been craving jellybeans that morning and I settled for regular popcorn. That was a huge win for me. So to eat candy-laced popcorn later in the day was just dumb dumb dumb on my part.
Anyway, I got to Twirly Girls and did pole class. Then I got into silks. I struggled with a few basic moves. Then my muscles just stopped working. I was also out of breath like I had run a mile. It was almost embarrassing. But my muscles failed me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull myself up.
I was frustrated and irritated but I also realized that I was on my third class of the day. Even when I was in great shape I wouldn't do three classes a day. So my body reminded me that I am still a tiny, baby pole dancer. I need to take things slowly in order to truly get stronger.
Just because my body failed doesn't mean I am a failure at exercising. I am still taking every day one at a time. Today I had pilates reformer in the morning. I was going to hit up yoga after work but I think I will let myself rest. I'm physically exhausted today. Saturday, I have pole. Sunday I have yoga and a Santa Baby pole/chair workshop with Diana. So I have plenty of exercise in my near-future. And that will be enough.