Several times my trainer has said he would like to video tape my facial expressions during a workout. I try not to look at myself in the mirror, but according to him I say a lot with just expression. Monday was my first day back at work and I scheduled a 9:00 p.m. session. This is normally when I curl up in bed with the t.v., at least one cat, and a book. I was tired. However, in case you haven't figured it out, I'm dedicated to this journey. Trainer Michael had been on a road trip during the day and had plenty of time to plot out the session. It should not have surprised me that he decided to add himself to the weights I was lifting for a little extra nor should I have been surprised when he decided to have me do this exercise on a machine that is not on the diagram for how to use the machine. There were others working out and this guy said, "You're gonna kill her." Michael had some smart aleck reply about...that not happening. Even when I said I was dying he said, "You're not purple. You're fine." And when I kept getting the position wrong we used the analogy of skiing. I said, "Oh like when I'm skiing on my Wii." Here was the reply, "You should ONLY ski on the Wii. You should NEVER EVER go skiing for real. You will die. You can't even zipline! How do you expect to ski?" "Well it looks fun." "Just don't do it. You shouldn't be on skis." In less than 15 hours from this conversation I had an incident that Michael didn't warn me about. I'll get to that in a few. After we did this skiing squat exercise we went to work my legs. I couldn't see my face, but I could feel the contortions I was making with my face as I was trying to accomplish these quad exercises. They hurt bad. There was intense burning involved. When we moved to the hamstrings the pain was worse. Finally, we finished and I was released to go get a drink of water. One guy says to Michael something to the effect of that was a look of hate...that look meant she hated you. Like Michael cares if I hate him or not??? It just made me feel good that these guys in the gym realized what I was being put through and were having sympathy for me. It was a challenging workout for sure. And if I haven't explained this yet...whatever Michael tells me to do...I'm going to do or at least try really really hard. He is the guru. He could tell me to climb on the roof of the building, jump off, and lunge the parking lot and repeat and I would do it because he said to. I feel that what he says in our sessions is non negotiable and it's working. It's working because I'm down in pounds and inches, 16.5 inches to be exact. This is motivating to me and it makes me want more...badly! I am driven to lose more.
Alright...fast forward to 13 hours after my work out and my lecture about not skiing. I'm sitting at an inservice. I'm in the back row of an auditorium. The seats are like movie theater seats. The speaker gives us 10 minutes to discuss as a group what he has been talking with us about. I think this is a perfect time to go to the bathroom and I don't want to ask everyone to move so I can scoot down the aisle which was pretty narrow. Amy said, "As much as you've been working out...you can totally hurdle that chair." So I hurdled which went well getting the left leg on the platform behind us. It was the right foot that slid down the crack of the chair, hit the concrete floor while the chair closed on my leg. I turned to look behind me to see my whole staff laughing. Some were laughing way harder than others and I was laughing too until Amy tried to push on the seat of the chair which compressed my foot. So our wonderful music teacher came around to what was now the front of me and pulled me out while someone behind me gently opened the chair. Both feet felt weird with no significant pain. The left toe lost a chip out of the nail which irritated me because of my pedicure. I came back from the bathroom and thought all was well. We left and went to lunch and when we were there I looked at my right toe to notice the intense bruising and increasing pain.
I came hobbling into the house and said to my husband...I had a little incident today..."Did you hurt your back?" "No look at this." as I put my foot in front of him. "Wow! That's broken." I called my mom and she was laughing so hard she was crying. I posted on FB and people from childhood, people from my previous employer, and people from where I currently work all said similar things..."Tammy, you've met you right? Why would you think it would be okay to hurdle a chair?" Of course this is all on the heels of my trainer talking about my clutzy tendencies. We had also had this conversation with friends of ours in Ozark last week. And over the weekend we had the conversation with friends from high school who talked about the fact that I own my own set of crutches. We didn't talk about the walking boot, three air casts, and other braces that I own, but still you get the picture. No one is surprised by this accident. Someone even said thank you for such a humorous post. Today has been okay as long as I don't put any pressure on that part of my foot. I have to step on the outside. Even under my toe is swollen. Needless to say I didn't go to the gym last night. I was so ticked off at myself that I put myself to bed at 6:45 and rented Dear John. I drooled over Channing Tatum and became so angry at the way the movie ended...I read the book and didn't remember the ending. EEEERRR!!! So it did little to calm me down. I have spent today hobbling around and trying not to be too noticable about it because I was with the entire district today and I didn't want to have to explain what stupid act precipitated this injury. So just so you've got at least this look I'm inserting a picture of the angry toe/foot.
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