UGH. Just...UGH. I tried to do a pullup today. Ouch. Breastcancer has really pissed me off--and although the CANCER is gone, i'm still dealing with it's crappy cousin, Repurcussions.
I love pushups. Now they feel so funky, I don't want to do them. Think of what a pushup does to your pecs. Now, imagine you have balloons UNDER your pecs. What happens to said balloons when you do a pushup? Yeah. They squish into your armpits--well, towards your armpits. And the pecs squeeze the balloons. Dammit. Same thing happens when I do presses, too.
I just tried a pullup. Like pushups, I LOVE pullups. 11 non-kip is my 'good day' record. I can't even pull myself up once now. Wait....let me rephrase. I attempted to pull myself up, then it felt like someone lit a fire under my right side, so i stopped. Again, DAMMIT.
I know patience is key here...but when it comes to working out, i'm quite limited on patience.
So...what AM i happy about when it comes to my recuperating fitness level? Hmmm.... I'm using 15s for shoulders (I had to start at 5s); 25s for lawnmowers (again, had to start at 5s). I have most of my flexibility back in my chest wall. I was able to do handstands against the wall last week, with TINY presses. I was able to do a backbend/bridge with minimal pulling in my chest. My cardio is completely back, which i'm insanely happy about.
Bummer: Arm strength definitely isn't back yet. And...I still can't scoop ice cream. --sigh--
I like to end these 'ranty' types of posts with my reaffirmation: At least my boobs didn't kill me.
