Last week, I somehow made it to my cardio kickboxing classes and circuit training even with my sprained foot.  The instructor called me “an inspiration” but that made me feel like a fraud.  I was hopping on one foot to get from place to place and had to modify the majority of exercises (or change them up completely) to do anything.  But I had to get out of the house, and I didn’t want to lose all that I’d gained.  It was selfish on my part, but I’m glad I went.  I almost didn’t go on Friday because I was exhausted and felt a migraine coming on, but I’ve found that exercise helps me sometimes, so I went – and I’m glad I did.

I won’t harp any more on my sprained foot (it’s getting better. thanks for asking! – I ditched crutches today and am hobbling in my boot because I can’t stand not being able to move and carry things and live my normal life), but keep in mind this happened last week.  And sadly… it wasn’t my only injury that week.

So really, I’m just here for you to giggle at me.  I laughed at this one, too.  My partner?  Not so much.  She’s still feeling pretty guilty.  Fortunately, this injury – which happened on Wednesday – was healed (once again thanks to Arnicare Gel, no not sponsored) by the time I forgot how to walk on Saturday.

We jokingly call the figure 8 resistance bands the “bands of pain” in our cardio kickboxing class.  However, on that fateful Wednesday, it was the standard tube that was the band of pain.  We were doing an exercise where we worked in partners with the purple (heaviest) tubes.  One partner was to hold the handles of the tube, while the other partner had the tube around her waist and attempted to run against the resistance from her partner.  Are you with me so far?  No?  Ok, pictorial aids.

Resistance band exercise running against a partnerThe goal was to run for 30 seconds, then switch and do this circuit a few times.  We enjoy our class, and we giggle a lot.  As I pulled my partner across the floor, I started laughing, which slowed me up.  My partner thought I was done.  I wasn’t – I just needed to breathe enough to run once I’d stopped laughing.  You see where this is going, right?

Letting go of the resistance bandYes, she accidentally let go of the resistance band, thinking that I wasn’t running anymore and therefore not holding the handle as tightly.  Oops.  I did mention that the purple bands are the heaviest ones, right?  The ones with the greatest tension?  And I had it stretched out pretty much to the max when it slipped from her hand.

Resistance band rebounding off my hipI had no idea what was happening until I was whacked with the handle of the resistance band.  It glanced off my hand and hit square (triangle?) against my glute close to my hip.  Ow.  There is no real word for the feeling of that triangular piece of plastic whipping through the air and hitting you in a muscle that is fully contracted while you’re running.  It is simply a color, or rather, a swirl of colors.

My partner was horrified.  The rest of the class was concerned.  I was trying to walk it off because I knew my partner had done it completely accidentally and felt horrible about it.  I preach it to the wee ones: walk when you hurt a muscle because it gets the blood flowing there and will feel better faster.  It’s possible I limped more than I walked.  I knew I was going to have a lovely bruise, and after a couple minutes, I excused myself to go check.  Yep.

Giant bruise forming on my hip

I took a deep breath and returned to class – since it was only 35 minutes into the hour long class, of course.  It was sore, but definitely manageable.  When we got down on the ground to do ab work, I realized a few things.  First, I was incredibly grateful that the handle had hit me closer to my hip or I would never have been able to sit down.  Second, doing twisting ab work was not going to happen that day – at least not to my right.  My left oblique got a great workout that day.

And yes, my partner felt terrible.  She kept offering to have me kick her.  Or release the band on her like she accidentally did to me.  Or hit her.  Or… something.  Accidents happen, and this underscores the importance of being careful with equipment and always communicating with your partner.  My partner would have done anything to have taken back the moment where she loosened her grip.  She felt terrible for hitting me like that – even accidentally.

So when class was over and we were leaving the parking lot, I could only chuckle when she came thisclose to backing into my car as she started to pull out of her parking spot.  It would have been par for the course, right?

Luckily, it was just a bruise, and the Arnicare Gel helped immensely.  That said, I don’t think I’m going to take up swimming this week.   I’m afraid of what might happen.

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