I’ve been called a machine more than a few times in my life. My exercise routine is intense to say the least, and I like it that way. It helps my moods, and it gives me the permission to not feel too guilty about my little wine habit. On average, I put in about 10 hours of exericise in a week. I typically take one day of rest, but not always. Working out keeps me as sane as I possible am able to be.
Now every once in a very blue moon the universe decides it’s time for me to take a break. It literally stops me in my tracks. Like last night. It was an ordinary Thursday evening. I finished work, and went to the gym an hour before I had to teach a class. I usually like to get my own work out in before I teach. I hit the spin bike for 45 minutes, and I was feeling pretty good. I entered the studio 10 minutes before class, and instructed the class to set up their equipment. I started the music and began the warm up — everything was going as planned. Once the warm up was complete, we began the workout on the step, and that’s when it happened.
POP. OMG my fucking calve muscle. I almost fell to the ground, but being the professional I am, I staggered a bit and remained upright. I tested the leg to see if I could put any weight on it — NOPE. Shit. I looked at the class not knowing what to day. I did the only thing I knew how to do: I informed them I just injured my leg and that I would be teaching the class on one leg. I battled my way through the class. I was in an enormous amount of pain. When the class finally ended, I hobbled my way to my car and somehow managed to drive myself home.
Once home, I cried like a little baby for a good 30 minutes. Eventually, I could think clearly enough to find some pain killers in my bathroom, and I washed them down with a couple of ciders. I then rubbed some A535 on my leg, wrapped it, iced it, and elavated it. Once the pain killers kicked in, I sank into the couch and passed out.
Today, I cannot walk on my leg. I’ve haven’t left my desk for more than a potty break today. Why did this happen? I will likely unable to exercise for a mininum of 2 weeks depending on how badly I damaged the calve. To me that is a death sentence. You might as well tell me I can’t eat or drink for two weeks. At least I can drink. That is exactly what I will be doing at the end of this day.