The truth shall set you free
I have to own up to something. My dear, kind husband blogged for me last night because I desperately handed him my laptop, swallowed the largest dose of Advil ever known to be consumed by someone still alive, and slowly, painfully and gently crawled into bed and whined like a baby for the rest of the night.
He said I let him blog because I am kind. No, I was not being kind. He was being kind by helping me out. I was, in military terms, “embracing the suck.” Yes. Oh. YES.
I wrote a while back about a new body sculpting class I was taking and how I felt as if I had been attacked with razor blades dipped in alcohol (or some such description) afterward. It’s the “good” muscle pain (pardon me while I bust a rib laughing at that one!) Anyway, my beloved, intense, but slower paced class has morphed into a class we now call “cardio fusion.” Mm, “cardio fusion.” Sounds like a really weird mixed drink that comes with an umbrella.
I am a pretty cardio driven type of person. I love running, fast walking, or doing some time on the cross trainer at the gym. I normally do at the very minimum 30-minutes a day, and if I have my way I get a full hour in of straight cardio workout. It’s what the AHA recommends. I do not have a problem at all with cardio exercise, but when you couple cardio exercise, with weight lifting and obstacle course type drills, then I have a problem.
True Confession: You read it here first. I am a major clutz. I trip over air. I am not coordinated. I am lucky that I can actually run and not kill myself — believe me it takes concentration.
OK, time for self-abasement is over.
I did not kill anyone in class by accidentlly dropping a barbell on them, but I did fall. Hard. I embraced the gym floor with great passion, and now I am embracing the suck that comes afterward.
When I fell, I bruised a knee, the lower part of my right hand and jolted myself pretty badly. The best was yet to come. No, it was the result of a severly sprained body. I sprained everything. My mid back caught a lot of the impact somehow.
So, I am confessing. I had to clear my conscience. I did not want to lead you all astray. Carry on.
Ow. I can relate Claire, I do yoga twice a day, and body sculpt three times a week. I’m sore half the time. Falling though, that’s different. Today won’t be much better so prepare the advil, tomorrow maybe, the day after for sure. Hang in there.
Each day, the whine factor gets a little less. One of these days I will learn how to take advantage of the situation and get the menfolk to do all of the work for me while I stay in bed on a heating pad.
I made myself get up and run a while in order to get those muscles warmed back up and stretched a little. Believe it or not… it helped considerably! I guess in exercise the old phrase “hair of the dog” is also true. Too much rest and I think I would have felt like a statue.
I didn’t know you also did yoga and body sculpt! I love the sculpting class, and the cardio-fusion will be fun once I get beyond the tripsies! :)
Ouch! That sounds quite painful! Hope the Advil is working.
Take care!
Ouchie!! that sounds very painful.