I'm actually doing the full routine. All of it. I'm no longer having to take breaks to either catch my breath or let my heart rate come down (it used to feel like it was going to race right out of my chest.) The limiting factor has become how much my legs will do, rather than how much my lungs will take.
Holy crap - that's HUGE.
I've noticed that I'm doing better in spinning class, but it's hard to tell because of the way the instructors swap off. But this class is always Sara, and the routines are... not static, but not as changeable. They're sufficiently uniform to be able to measure progress - and I can finally see that I'm making some. That feels so good.
I'm still tired as hell, I still have to do the modified versions of all the core work, and the core work hurts like hell, but I'm doing it all.
So I guess that I need to retract the "WTF?" look I gave Anita yesterday when she told me that next week I should increase the weight of the heavy weights I'm using in the strength class. Given that she dropped this piece of advice at a moment when it was all I could do not to drop the current ones on my toes, I think the "are you f-ing kidding me" reaction was perfectly understandable. So this time next Monday I'll want to die again.
Maybe next quarter I'll add the Pilates class on Thursday.
I'm actually kind of proud of myself.