It’s Whining Time Again

Y’all knew I’d only make it to Jazzercise one day last week, right? I mean, it was my first week back, and there’s nothing that will wreck your exercise program faster than over-doing the first week. Besides, I pulled something in my left leg last Monday, and did the sensible thing and let it heal.

So, in return, this Monday, the Queen of Pain pulled all my muscles, just to let me know she cares. A while back, I posted a list of the top 10 things you DO NOT want to hear a Jazzercise instructor say. I’d like to add # 11… “You ready for something new?”

This inquiry is normally delivered with an angelic smile and a sarcastic tone. It is code for, “You think that hurts? Try this…” Today it preceded the twenty-fifth time we did inner-thigh work in Casey’s set. Inner thighs and glutes… those were the muscles d’jour. We’re getting ready for short season–the most painful time of year. Colder climates look appealing to me right now. Places where they never wear shorts, like, I don’t know…maybe Antarctica.

I was already in pain before I got to the car–a new record. Usually, it takes at least the drive home for the hurting to commence. By the time I drug myself out of the car and into the condo, I was walking like I’d gone bull riding, and been thrown and trampled. I have hitches in my get-along that will not go away. I’ve had a hot shower, aspirin and bio-freeze–the icy-hot stuff the chiropractor gave Jim when he hurt his back. I sprayed on half a bottle and it didn’t help a bit. I’m considering drinking the stuff

I’m going to look for the Tylenol. You can take that on top of aspirin, right?

Peace, out…

Susan