This week started bright and promising. I was eager to be at pole, felt strong and confident. It was almost a regular night.
Karen started by showing me the armpit hold she'd promised last week and I went into it fairly easily. Nice. Straighten the toes and ignore the burning pain and we're good. Run of the mill.
It was a fairly normal practice as things went. But aren't they always? You never know when it's going to happen.
My next task was to go from a Genevieve into a Gold-Rush. Having watched Karen and been completely confused I decided instead to work on my ankle release and the armpit hold whilst she was working with someone else.
Then it happened. It was innocuous.
"Hold on, I've not got it yet" as Tom snapped the photo.
And suddenly, burning pain. I have to say, it was nearly as painful as feeling my bone snap in half in my toe. This was a big muscle and it was NOT happy.
I grunted at Tom as I got off of the pole and he went on with what he was doing, having checked I was ok.
I couldn't speak. I'd somehow pulled the upper/mid trapezius muscle in my shoulder/neck and it felt like I was on fire. It then proceeded to swell. Great. How am I going to hide that!?
Then he looked at me and asked "wow, you've actually hurt yourself?"
Yep. I have a swarm of fire ants setting up home underneath my skin here. After looking very concerned, he then proceeded to tell on me!! "but you've GOT to tell Charlie" nooooo, she'll take me off the pole!! "ok, tell Karen then!" ./sigh :p I was banned from the pole and told to take it easy. VERY sternly.
Watching Tom on the pole for the rest of the lesson sucked, but it did give me a good chance to check his form for him and help him out. I suppose... ;) *grumbles to self*
At the very end of the lesson I was allowed to try out a plank variation - Supergirl, but that was with Karen supporting all of my weight. Which was for the best, given the pose was bloody hard!
Still, it got me out of the push-ups and the plank. You all know how I feel about planks.
And - at least we got the photo....what more could I have asked for....
Anyway an ice-pack and some pain killers later we're looking pretty good. Save carrying my bag to work, writing on the board and rocking it around in its socket, my arm and shoulder seem to be making a pretty quick recovery.....I'll be back on the pole in no time.... xD
Thinking back I have to wonder about my initial concerns......I mean, it's always the strangest things that pop into your head when you hurt yourself enough that it's going to make a difference but I do have to wonder that my first thoughts were "oh crap, I'm going to be off the pole" followed promptly by "I REALLY hope he got that photo!" as I pulled that muscle....
I'm sure we all have them though right?! What are your first thoughts in cases where you've done yourself a mischief? ;)