Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Eau de Icy/Hot

I managed to get back on that horse this morning and haul myself out of bed for a workout. I had a big weekend this past Saturday (yes, I crammed an entire weekend into Saturday.), and Sunday was spent lying around examining some bad choices made on Saturday (drinking Sauvignon Blanc at an outdoor festival? switching to Chardonnay when the Sauvignon Blanc ran out? not eating anything other than Mac & Cheese all day? (that one not such a bad choice, as it turns out), continuing to post-party after Treasure Island? Trying to jump rope in my  kitchen at 9:00pm? Really, self? Really? We should so know better.) and generally feeling lethargic and gross. By 10:00pm Sunday it just didn't seem feasible that I'd be able to get out of bed at 5:40am and go work out. It was not feasible, as it turns out. It seems I missed a quite horrific workout too. The words "pyramids" and "military" were thrown around in this morning's post-mortem. So, it seems like bad decision Saturday was maybe followed up by good-decision Monday after all.

My guilt at not working out on Monday was somewhat assuaged by this weird pain in my knee. Weird in that I would go to stand up, and my right leg would basically just bend backwards at the knee, sending approximately a kajillion volts of pain through my body. Weird, huh?  Anyway, this has been a sporadic problem ever since, which is definitely not good when you're stepping off the train and (hypothetically, H/BF!) trying to return the smile of a not-unattractive male, but instead of smiling, your leg shoots backwards in an ungainly fashion and you grimace in pain, all while mouthing some words rated for mature content, violence and some sexual situations.

I don't think there's anything seriously wrong with my knee (OMG! I so tore my PCL!! OMG! Probably liquid bone syndrome!!) but it's just brought home to me that if I had started working out years ago I'd probably be through this painful period right now. All the aches and pains that come along with using muscle groups never accessed before would probably now be a thing of the past, or I'd at least have a better grasp of what's "normal" for me, and what should have me rushing to see the liquid bone syndrome specialist.

As it turns out, my knee held all through my workout this morning, which is a blessing and a curse when you can't see through the sheets of sweat running down your face, and can't effectively wipe them because you're wearing boxing gloves. Another brutal workout. We did plenty of boxing and then got to "rest" with an extended abs session. So now my right shoulder hurts when I do anything too physical. You know, like pull up my jeans, or reach across my body, or carry my purse. At least when I wasn't working out, nothing hurt. When nothing hurt I felt youthful and able-bodied, and maybe a little mushy around the edges. Now I feel decrepit and sore and, hey! you kids get the hell off my lawn! But please pass the Icy/Hot before you go.



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