I'm just working through one now.
I may have worked through it by eating chocolate.
I may have made myself feel sick.
If this is the case, I totally deserve it ;)
Anyway, welcome to Wednesday. But on Thursday. It's always nice to be behind the actual day in your head, because when Friday comes you're not expecting it. Wooo.
Happy Friday eve!
So. Yeah. Wednesday pole blog.
I'll have to confess as to why I didn't write my pole blog yesterday. I was sulking. Not only was I sulking, but I couldn't actually type without it hurting - I thought you guys wouldn't mind me missing it.....right? I know, I know - the abandonment smarts, but I was with you every moment. Right in here....
I was going to go for a picture of a real heart, but thought it might actually detract from the soppy moment. That and the real heart isn't responsible for emotions....it should have been a brain, but again, back to the original point... :P
So, yes. I was stropping.
Why? You might ask. Ooooh. Well.
We go to pole, all is well in the world. I'm looking forward to getting back on track after a couple of weeks where I've either not progressed at all or just sort of slipped off of the pole.
We warm up. My shoulder is stiff from the incident with the empty bar on Sunday (don't look at me like that) but it seems like it'll play ball.
I go to spin and BOOM. On the floor. OUCH.
Apparently, we weren't ready to commit to the pole like that. It was 5 minutes into the lesson and I was benched. I couldn't even get my arm above my head. Useless.
Luckily Tom and Amy were in a wonderfully beneficent mood and quickly decided (after MAKING me tell Karen I'd hurt myself) to show solidarity and spin with me. So we got Karen to work on thinking of one armed spins. It's not quite as much fun with one arm, but it passed the time just as quickly xD
Still, Monday's spins looked pretty and they worked well - I'll even share them with you here ;)
To distract myself from thinking about the pain, I've invested my time in neatening my left-handed writing (I can write with either hand, but having been encouraged to use my right hand more my left hand is a little wonky....) and paying attention to what I'm eating. Well. Paying attention to what I should be eating. The first statement was a bit of a lie, since I just consumed the weight of a small elephant in chocolate. Not that the chocolate is a coping mechanism. It just tastes really good.
I think I need better mechanisms to deal with being unable to stick to my normal routine!
How do you deal with being laid-up from exercise?