I'm a super social person, so I do usually enjoy any time I have out in public. Social anxieties aside, I usually manage to get by no problem. If left to my own devices I would simply go to the gym to chat with random people. (Un)Fortunately, I was meeting KT there, so she made me work. I started out on the treadmill. After I walked briskly for about a half an hour, I got off and made my way over to the floor for some weights. I hate doing this stuff because I always feel like people are watching me, and I look like a complete maroon. And ultra-maroon, even (thanks Bugs Bunny)! Regardless, I started with some medicine ball crunches (I'm really trying to target my abs. Snarf.) and then I reached for a kettlebell. As soon as I raised it up, I felt a lightening bolt through my back and down my legs. I slowly put it down, sat down on a huge exercise ball and fought back the tears. I had such high hopes for myself yesterday, and now they're gone down the tubes! I made it home, in massive pain, and I was up the entire night. Luckily I got some good drugs this morning, and hopefully it will work itself out soon because felt really good while I was there.
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| Hey... who took my picture? |
Here's the "funny" part - While I know it was the kettlebell that set off my back, I have to wonder whether or not my walking on the treadmill had anything to do with it. Any time I think someone might be watching me I hold myself very stiffly. In my head I look fabulous, in real life I probably look like one of those competitive speed walkers that looks like their legs are popped out of joint, and they're trying really hard to not crap themselves. I am 99% sure I had my butt stuck out, and I was probably doing more of a modified "fashion runway" walk, then a "get your ass moving and exercise walk", so that probably didn't help. I was "walking" pretty fast, and I went for a half hour straight. I probably loosened up some joint down near my pelvis, and that's when it all went wrong. Just goes to show that trying to look sexy isn't always the best idea. And really, who was watching me anyway? If they were, I'm sure they weren't thinking "wow, look at that graceful supermodel strutting her stuff while she watches the real estate channel on the treadmill tv." Not to mention I am a sweaty mess when I work out. Last year I started up with a personal trainer, and she was all "maybe you should bring a towel with you next time, and keep it handy." What? You don't want to help me exercise when I'm drenched with perspiration? Why not? I'm such an idiot!!
So hopefully this won't last long. My immediate plan is to be back at it next week. I didn't even get to make any nicknames for any of the gym goers, but I promise to try harder next time!
