When You Realize You Are Not Invincible

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.

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10 thoughts on “When You Realize You Are Not Invincible

      1. Oh fuck 😦 I didn’t know it was that bad. Omg.. I’m so sorry hun. I can’t believe you even attempted a workout! I know exercise is addictive and not doing it is really tough 😦 Massive hugs xx

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  1. I totally understand. My situation is a little different, after being an national level athlete my entire life since I was in high school, I took an “extended” break and I always assume I’m just as fit as I was years ago whenever I get back into the gym and reality hits me quite fast.. certainly not invincible unfortunately.

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