Started out with a good warm up with soccer balls.  Part of this included throwing a ball against a wall and catching it.  Yeah, I really know why I wasn’t in sports. I couldn’t catch my own ball for anything.  I tried blaming it on my gloves, but after I took them off I still couldn’t catch the darn thing!

Next we headed to picnic tables for step-ups.  Ugh. Step-ups.  I had visions of training at Larry North all over again!  (Ahem ,yeah, that was 4.5 years ago – so what!) So lots of step-ups in different variations….after counting the sets and all we did I think we did about 100.  Also some tricep and core work in there.

During this, my stomach pain returned….I guess I need to flashback a bit.  A reason I did post anything last night was that sometime during the morning yesterday (Monday) I started having major abdominal pain.  I kept checking the calendar, period? ovulating?  nothing.  Very similar to the pain I was experiencing in North Carolina in October.  When I had the pain there it lasted about two weeks I kept saying that I’d go to the dr but never did.

Yall, I can handle my pain.  For pete sake, I had an unmedicated birth! But I had this too long!  I had to lay on the floor to take care of the kids yesterday…that doesn’t fly!  I hate taking medication, but I would do anything to make this pain stop.  But stopping pain isn’t the answer, what is causing the pain is what I want to know.

Okay, back to this morning, I hadn’t had the pain when I woke up and it had gradually started during the step-ups…but I wasn’t going to wuss out.  As I said before, I pushed that baby out in under three hours without drugs, I can push through this workout.  But, I realized once the next activity was about to start, I needed to stop.  Ugh.  Such a pride thing.  I wanted to prove I could do this but my body HURT! So, after thirty minutes I bolted.

I came home, woke EP up, he laid hands on me and we prayed…it was time for answers.  We discussed which Dr. to call: GYN – since it was pelvic; Family – since it could be anything; ER – since we all know thats where they send you when they can’t determine anything else??  I made an appointment with my family Dr at 11:30 and then headed to my moms, stopping at the bank first. While at the bank drive through, I couldn’t take anymore. Crying, I called EP and said lets go to the ER.

I never understand when people immediately run to the ER. We have never been like that in my family. We always wait for our usual Dr and see him….but now I get it, sometime you just need to be seen.

First, I’m tested for kidney stones, negative.  Then, they check vitals and tell me I’m dehydrated.  Uh, really?  If you know me at all, you know I’m never far from a water bottle. But, I admit, i had sticky mouth and everything, so I didn’t fight it.  Bam, IV.

Saw the Dr  He did a lot of feeling around.  ”Knocking” on my body.  Nothing.  He says I need a CAT Scan.  Now, I’m just going to be very honest here and say that is the last thing I wanted to do.  I have an HSA (Health Saving Account) / High Deductible account because we are so healthy…but this is where it bites you.  (I’m going to blog on a financial revelation regarding this next).

CAT Scan reveals 3 stones in my left kidney (all pain is left side) but the dr says stones IN the kidney aren’t the painful part, its when they move down.  Then he says that my left ovary was significantly smaller than the right and surrounded by some fluid, so a possible rupture of an ovarian cyst.  I’ve had cysts before, very likely.  The cyst totally bore witness with EP…as we discussed it the general consensus was it probably grew in NC and ruptured due to the sudden impact of the new workout.  I was sent home with a RX for vicodin and told the stones may or may not cause me pain in the future.

Honestly, I’m glad I went and even though I realllllllly didn’t want a scan, I’m happy to know that all of my organs are working perfectly and in order. There is a peace in that right?  I’m happy that, even though I hate drugs, there is something to help me through this pain while it lasts.   So I guess I’ll chill out the next few days…. sigh.

Last night I slept in my workout clothes, yup my husband laughed too.  I figured it would be best not to have to get dressed on one of the coldest morning this fall.  I woke up all night long thinking I should get up.  1:45; 3:20; 4:45….seriously, don’t you hate that?

I get there this morning, we do a brief warm-up and then the leader says, “Okay gals, lets head to the track!”  Uh, the track? Really?  Didn’t I explain my current fear of running/jumping?  The goal she says is to maintain a pace two laps.  But somehow, I probably wasn’t listening, after the second lap she says we are doing a mile.  A MILE??  I haven’t run period since I crossed the finish line at the White Rock Half almost exactly 2 years ago.

I survived the run and actually impressed myself.  Go me.  Then we do some band work….shoulders (ugh – i just did shoulders, chest and tris Saturday).  Then she says “pony up.” I’m looking around like, “Huh?”  And a gal puts a band around her waist and says, “Hold on.”  This almost killed me.  After running a mile now I’m holding back another person running and then I have to run while that person holds me.  Thought I was going to die right there.  Repeat the bands and running three times.  Seriously, yall, at the end of the third I thought I was going to puke.  FOR REAL!

I’m still trying to collect myself and its off to walking lunges with weights…this lady doesn’t want me to survive, I’m sure of it. Following the walking lunges we work on core (praise the LORD most of it was lying down!).  Stretch and DONE!

I’m not lying when I say if I hadn’t already paid I may not be going back!  I.am.beat! Just kidding, I would go back.  I said yesterday that I hadn’t been going all out…today I went all out and it felt great. I miss that feeling (okay, not the almost puke feeling but EP would totally say its a good thing). I have ten more sessions until they have a holiday break.

The cool thing was, I came home and got all showered and dressed before the kids were even up.  BAH!  What an awesome feeling!!   I have the whole day ahead of me and working out isn’t staring me in the face.  Nice!

Off to track my food (I may try to figure out how to post that on this new blog like I had on a previous, but not sure how I want that….), wrap presents, clean the house, finish the laundry….the sky is the limit today folks!

So, why am I anxious?  I think we all know when we haven’t been going all out, right? I’ve been hitting the gym, working up a sweat, for three weeks now (ever since Starlet was able to go).  I wake up feeling sore and such, but I know I haven’t been going as far as I can.  I know that this boot camp, even if its “easy,” is going to be hard for me after my 1 year break from working out.  I’m fearing running and jumping the most. Any woman who has given birth totally understands this fear.  I plan to go prepared.  :P

I have run a half marathon and don’t remember feeling this anxious (well, until I hit the start line).  Anyway, I plan to update on how its going, but for now I wanted to journal my anxiety of such a small thing.