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Another injury


Another day, another injury.  This time, I hurt my leg (my left, always the left) going down an escalator.


Went to step down, and…TWANG went something in my quads.  Took it relatively easy, the next day it seemed fine.

The day after (or was it that same day?) was walking down the stairs at work.

TWANG.  Goddamnit!

I don’t understand, how in heck am I hurting myself by simply walking down some stairs??

Today, I attempted to go to the gym while JJ went rockclimbing.  My leg had been…well, I could feel it every now and then, it didn’t pull up as quickly as it had the first time.  First couple of steps on the elliptical, and I knew.  This workout was a no go.  Workouts for the rest of the week will be a no go.  Even riding, if I have to push down fairly hard I can feel it twinge a little bit.

I admit it.  I cried.  I.  Am.  So.  Frustrated.  I’m sick of being injured.  I’m sick of being held back.  I’m sick of not running when I want to.  I’m sick of not being able to just get the f*#! on with it and f*&$ing exercise without something stopping me every few weeks.

I just can’t do it anymore.  And of course we haven’t been grocery shopping for a couple of weeks, so I haven’t been able to cook dinners, make lunch or even bring snacks to work so my food/diet is out of whack.  I can’t exercise.

Yes, I made it below 60kg (woohoo!) but…there’s more to it than that.  Working out was a thing I had that I could do, for an hour or so all I thought about was what I was doing.  Everything else fell to the wayside, I was focused completely on finishing my reps, trying to absolutely push myself.  You simply don’t have the energy to worry about other things when you’re sweating and struggling and your muscles ache!  And seeing as I don’t have a social life, that was kind of…my substitute for that, I guess.

The injury means that I don’t have that at the moment, and won’t for probably a week or so.  It just sucks.

Then JJ called to ask what had happened, and would I join them for dinner at Pizza by the Metre?  Ah, no.  I can’t eat a hugely calorific meal considering the fact that I didn’t get to the gym.  I don’t give a flying f*#& if it’s delicious, I can’t eat it right now.  No, I just can’t, I don’t have the calories spare.  Okay, sound judgemental and wary then, I don’t give a f*&*.

He seems to forget that I’m not him.  I can’t eat whatever I want and not see the consequences.  I can cut my calories right back and watch the weight creep slowwwwwly off, and watch it fly back on should I slip up for a few days.  Yes, I’ve lost a lot of weight, but I still have a lot of work to do.  I’m flabby and untoned, my legs are a disgrace, and I need to lose more.  And I simply don’t know how to do it without the gym (the toning, I mean) and it makes me want to cry that I’ve got another pointless setback.


A day off!


Today, I had a (mostly) self-imposed day off.  My back was feeling better, definitely, but by no means pain-free.  Certain movements (like twisting or bending) were completely out of the question, which meant that work (lots of bending, twisting and lifting!) was also a no-go.

I was not happy.  Why?  Because it makes me feel damn lazy, that’s why!  Thankfully, I’ve managed to have a productive study day, but as far as physical exertion goes?  Nope!  Not a bit of anything, and I hate it!  I hate the idea that my body can’t do what I want it to do and that my option is ‘sit and rest’.


My fingers are very much crossed that tomorrow I’m rewarded for all my sitting and resting by my back feeling normal!  Please, please let it be back to normal.




So, there are two ways to deal with setbacks.

1. Cry.  Hard.

2. Accept them as life-changing challenges that will make you a better person.

3. Whinge and moan about it (in your head), then just effing deal.

(Okay, so there are three ways).

I am not going to pretend at all that I am saintly when it comes to things that may not have been expected and that are definitely not welcome.  I know what you’re meant to say and think and do.  I know what you’re not meant to say or think or do.

So what lead to this seemingly pointless musing?

I hurt my *%*$&*ing back this morning!   Cycling to uni, more specifically to the gym.  The same trip I have done 5 times per week for the last two months with no problems whatsoever.  How did I do it?  Who knows!  It just happened!


Leaning forwards hurts.  Leaning sideways hurts.  Twisting hurts.  Sitting in a chair hurts.  Sitting in bed hurts.  IT ALL HURTS WHY.

My first instinct was, ‘What the hell was that?  Oh well, push on!’

After ten seconds on the elliptical, I changed that to, ‘Maybe not push on.’

By the time I got home after all day at uni I was almost a teary wreck.

By the time people starting arriving home I was a teary wreck.

Right now I’m slightly less of a teary wreck because of a) dinner and b) nurofen OH YES pain relief.

I’d love to say that I had an epiphany somewhere between buying nurofen (and then dropping it on the floor, much to someone’s amusement) and hobbling my way home and gulping down the whole packet.  That I realised it could be so much worse.  That I’ll just miss a few days of exercise, and what’s that in the grand scheme of things?  That it’s all part of learning how to cope with challenges and overcome adversity.

But right now I’m sitting in bed and my back *#&*ing hurts so I’m going to eat cake instead.





The inevitable has happened – I have an injury.  And not just any injury according to Dr. Google: a groin pull.

Yeah, it’s not what it sounds like (really!).  It’s actually in my left thigh, from about the middle up to the hip.  It started maybe a week and a half ago, but only when I’d actually finished running did I feel it.  So I didn’t worry too much, did a bit of extra stretching and continued on with routine as normal.

Come Sunday, and I went for a walk up in the hills…and after about 2km had to turn back because my leg hurt, and at that point I knew something bad was happening.  Did some more stretching, did some Google searching, took a couple of days off running and hoped for the best.

Yesterday, I laced up my shoes and got going at 11:00PM (yes, you heard right!) following my friends’ engagement celebration dinner (weddings everywhere over here, zomg).  And within 20-30 seconds of actually starting to run had to stop because there it was, leg twinge!

I cried.  For the fitness I’ll lose, and the weight I won’t.

My first running battle scar (so to speak) and I hate it!  I need to get used to it, because runners are notoriously prone to injuries everywhere, but it doesn’t mean I’ll ever, ever like it.

So now I’m on a week long running ban, and am stretching like a mad woman every morning and night to try and get this thing to stop.  Because, as I’ve been told, the pain is a way of that muscle telling my body, ‘No, no, stop!  Not ready yet!’

In related news, I’ve started a calorie counting exercise!  I’m not very good at it, it turns out.  Today, after having breakfast, lunch, dinner, and about 15 maltichocs (which are like maltesers but AMAZING) I’m still about 500 calories underneath my recommended intake…which is about 500 calories less than I would need to maintain my weight.  This is bad.  This is eating into muscle territory but damnit, I don’t want any more food!

Who’d have thought that my problem with calorie counting would be that I don’t eat enough?