2nd Verse Same as the First
Let me start by saying that I am a rule follower, at least most of the time. But there are days I just forget. I forget that: I'm not infallible; I'm not indestructible & I'm not in my 20's anymore.
You might remember that a few years ago I popped my right calf muscle open. I'm not going to lie, it hurt, badly. A few years earlier I popped my left calf. Well at least I ended up being even. When I was 20 I tore my meniscus. It was a beautiful April day and waaay to pretty to be going to class. Especially when I had a better offer. I heard the lake calling my name. So there are my big injuries in reverse order. Fast forward to last week...
...I'm working out. I love to workout, I feel so good when I'm done. (and it allows me to eat without guilt.) The ole' knee has been hurting for the last 8 months. When I went to the doctor in August, he said I had bursitis. An old person ailment. Insert frownie face here. Well, I've heard it said that when you turn 40 your body starts falling apart. I am starting to believe it. The pain has spread to the back of my knee. I went to the doctor again last week because I felt a little pop. Pops in your legs are NEVER a good thing. He said that it is my where my hamstring goes into my knee. He said it was strained. He said to rest it it & ice it.
I listened, sort of. Over the weekend I did rest. I didn't paddle board, or swim or do anything that would irritate it. I decided that when I went to work out I would take it easy. If my knee started to hurt I would rest or stop. I did great. I made it through muscle works and Zumba. Then my instructor told me about a great small group she was in. It's a dancing small group. Well, YES to that! I am a dancer. I hear music and I can't help it. My body just moves.
So I drop Elizabeth off at her pointe class & go to small group. By the time I get there, everyone is warming up. The class is full, so I find me a place in the back & join in. At one point I did look around & notice how y.o.u.n.g everyone looks. I'm the old lady in the room. But no worries, I am a dancer. A dancer with a bum knee, but a dancer none the less. Well, we're doing leaps and turns across the floor. The knee is long forgotten, I have to show these young whipper snappers that old lady still has it. Or she did...
...Until I felt a huge pop in the same place I felt the little pop. Bad, this is bad, this is very bad. My whole body is shaking. I think I'm going to barf. I'm just going to stand here & breath nice a deeply through my nose and out through my mouth. (like I'm trying to breath through a contraction) Do you think it would be bad for me to lay down and cry? I almost did. I made it through the rest of class marking everything. When it was time to get E from dance I limped to my car & the muscles in my knee were throbbing & I almost threw up driving.
It's Thursday now & my knee is a little better. At least I can walk on it today. No, I'm not going to the doctor because: 1. there is nothing they can do for a severely pulled or torn muscle and, 2. I can't go back and tell my orthopedist what I did. Yes, I'm a chicken.
So it's the second verse same as the first. When I can do everyday stuff and not feel it pull so badly I'll be good. I do think I'm going to muscle works tomorrow though & just do upper body. Not working out since Monday is not good for my sanity. So back to square one & trying to remember that I'm not 20 anymore. :)
Celebrating Life & dancing my way through it!