If you’ve read about my Spin Class escapades, you’ll know I’m not exactly ready to enter the Olympics. But I do have another fun fable to share with you. Mamma used to say if you laugh at yourself then no one can really make fun of you because you already beat them to the punch.
So way back six weeks ago when I relaunched my workout routine I injured myself a bit. I didn’t mention it because I was trying to look like a fitness queen, but also I hate whiners and complainers chronically yapping that everything hurts and aches. They shoot horses, don’t they? Also it was operator error. It appears that I overindulged or didn’t warm up properly, whatever – I did it to myself. It’s sort of like a hangover. You can’t really get sympathy when you had all the power to avoid that.
Anyway – to cut to the chase, I tore my calf muscle. I won’t bore you with the details but needless to say, that puppy hurts, and not in a good way. It actually comes and goes where I can forget about it for a while and not have to be Limpy Lulu meandering about.
Apparently I’m supposed to stay off it until it heals or I eventually have surgery to repair it yada yada yada. Neither one of those are really an option; although I am altering my exercises to avoid that area if possible.
I think I mentioned that I do one class that is basically an exercise dance class for “the more mature participant.” I am one of the younger ones in there and I love it, so there. This week we had a substitute instructor – it was my favorite Spin instructor, Kathie. Her class was really fun – interval training. During one of the cardio sprints she instructed us to skip across the room, then on the way back to run as fast as we could.
Skipping! I love to skip!
More people should skip! It makes you happy! It makes me happy! She informed us that if we wanted a more intense workout to skip as fast and as high as we could. Alas, something at which I could excel. I didn’t set out to show up the grandmas, but I knew I could get a gold-star in skipping. So I did not hold back. You would have been awestruck at my abilities. La la la weeeeeeeee this is fun.
Class was over. Heart rate was returning to normal. Wow, good workout; just what I needed. Then in no time I was quickly reminded of my poor broken calf muscle. Dangit! I was having so much fun skipping; I forgot I was supposed to treat it with kid gloves. As expected, it gave me some serious grief the rest of the day.
I was gallivanting in Meijer with my teen daughter and needed to remind her to please slow-down that I had a sports injury that required I take it easy. They say the acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree. I know it’s a bit of a shocker, but I raised a couple of witty ones. (Witty sounds better than smart alec). Then not too quietly, so as other store patrons could hear, my charming daughter announced:
“Mom, your SKIPPING INCIDENT does not qualify as a ‘SPORTS INJURY’!”
Now let me ask you, which do you think sounds better?
- “I have to take it easy. I have a sports injury” or
- “I was trying to show off in spin class and broke my calf muscle. Then I forgot I had to take it easy, so I was skipping fast and high to show off around the grandmas, and reinjured an unhealed injury?”
Maybe I just shouldn’t work out.