3 months. Maybe 1 practice. Tonight was the first since… gawd, I don’t know.
It was the first after gaining 30lbs back.
It was the first after a long semester of school.
It was the first after a huge amount of stress.
Apparently there’s been some switching it up. Apparently my lovely coach read some article (that she posted but I haven’t had time to read) about how practices should be harder than bouts.
So that’s what she strives for.
And O. M. F. G.
I am a hurting unit.
And I love it. So hard.
I missed it.
And I’m back.
Sorta. Right now I’m crawling to my bathtub. For an epsom salts soak. Because I hurt.