First day back at the gym; or, I'm not as young as I used to be
I always knew this day would come, when I would finally start working out again and all those late-night Snickers, chocolate chip cookies, and bowls of ice cream, coffee-flavored, preferably, would come back to haunt me. I just didn't expect it would go like this.
A little background: With everything that's been going on these past few months, I kind of deviated from my lifting regimen. In fact, I haven't lifted a thing since leaving California unless you count Heather's 10,000-pound suitcases. But I always knew that once we got settled here in San Jose, I would join a gym and get back to it. And after a little exploration, Heather and I found a passable gym. It’s not up to par with gyms in the U.S., but it’s got everything you would need, and it’s easily reachable by bus, so we signed up yesterday.
Which meant that today was to be the day. THE day. And I was ready. Not even the driving rain this morning was going to stop me. So while Heather was off "working," I hopped on the bus, walked to the gym, tuned my iPod to Jay-Z (my workout music of choice--it makes me feel like a badass), and hit the weights.
Fifteen, twenty minutes in and I was pleasantly surprised. I wasn't lifting as much as before, but I wasn't embarrassing myself (like the time I had do to girl push-ups when I first started working out eight years ago--but that's a different story). And then it happened. I'm bending over, re-racking some dumbbells on the bottom row, and ... POP. Something in my lower back gave out, my chin dropped, hitting the dumbbells already in the rack, and I dropped the weights I was holding.
Now, I don't know if any of you have ever injured your back in any fashion, but I don't recommend it. I took a break to gather myself, make sure my chin was OK (it was), and then gingerly re-rack those weights. Which I could hardly do, because I couldn't bend my back at a 45-degree angle without enduring some serious pain.
Somehow, thanks to Jay-Z and adreneline, I managed to finish my workout. But as I sit and write this, I've got Heather's heating pad on my back, I've taken some Advil, and some cerveza doesn't sound like a bad idea, because my back is throbbing. I've tried sitting and standing in every position you can imagine, and the only way it doesn't hurt is if I'm lying flat on my back.
None of this bodes well for my workout plans, which will probably have to be put on hold for a day or two. And God forbid I drop the soap in shower. It'll be all over.
A little background: With everything that's been going on these past few months, I kind of deviated from my lifting regimen. In fact, I haven't lifted a thing since leaving California unless you count Heather's 10,000-pound suitcases. But I always knew that once we got settled here in San Jose, I would join a gym and get back to it. And after a little exploration, Heather and I found a passable gym. It’s not up to par with gyms in the U.S., but it’s got everything you would need, and it’s easily reachable by bus, so we signed up yesterday.
Which meant that today was to be the day. THE day. And I was ready. Not even the driving rain this morning was going to stop me. So while Heather was off "working," I hopped on the bus, walked to the gym, tuned my iPod to Jay-Z (my workout music of choice--it makes me feel like a badass), and hit the weights.
Fifteen, twenty minutes in and I was pleasantly surprised. I wasn't lifting as much as before, but I wasn't embarrassing myself (like the time I had do to girl push-ups when I first started working out eight years ago--but that's a different story). And then it happened. I'm bending over, re-racking some dumbbells on the bottom row, and ... POP. Something in my lower back gave out, my chin dropped, hitting the dumbbells already in the rack, and I dropped the weights I was holding.
Now, I don't know if any of you have ever injured your back in any fashion, but I don't recommend it. I took a break to gather myself, make sure my chin was OK (it was), and then gingerly re-rack those weights. Which I could hardly do, because I couldn't bend my back at a 45-degree angle without enduring some serious pain.
Somehow, thanks to Jay-Z and adreneline, I managed to finish my workout. But as I sit and write this, I've got Heather's heating pad on my back, I've taken some Advil, and some cerveza doesn't sound like a bad idea, because my back is throbbing. I've tried sitting and standing in every position you can imagine, and the only way it doesn't hurt is if I'm lying flat on my back.
None of this bodes well for my workout plans, which will probably have to be put on hold for a day or two. And God forbid I drop the soap in shower. It'll be all over.
posted by Higgity Heitner at 3:26 PM
8 Comments:
At least you're the T-Mac of Costa Rica now.
Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week.
I like when you are in pain.
Which by the way is usually after a Broncos game. Baahahahahaha
Saw your picture. Looks like your aging to me.
Tenuto: Better T-Mac than Vince, know what I'm sayin?
Ron: Aging like a fine wine.
You described it so well that my back hurt. Stretch before you work out to get all "swoll"!
Soo I am going to guess that you're turkey samiches are Higgity Heitner history?
Riiight.
-KE
I'm definitely still searching for some good turkey and/or ham, and I've mixed in some peanut butter sandwiches, but I still enjoy a turkey sandwich from time to time. It's just not the same as in the states though.
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