Yeah, the title pretty much says it all — I hurt myself at the gym. To be honest, I’m surprised it didn’t happen earlier. I managed to strain the connection between my achilles tendon and my heel bone, which makes any weight-bearing activity (even walking, yuk) pretty painful.
When I did Zumba last week, my calves were obscenely tight for three days. I don’t think I did myself a favor by wearing 4″ stilettos the day after (and therefore robbing my calves of any chance to stretch while I went about the day).
At Zumba on Monday, I felt something tweak a little bit in the back of my left heel, but didn’t think too much of it. But, last night at Zumba it blew up. I briefly considered leaving the class after the first 20 minutes, but decided to stick around, because I only get to do Zumba twice a week. I didn’t want to leave!
On the way home, I called Dr. Dad_D, and he told me to alternate icing it for 10 minutes and then stretching it by doing calf raises on a stair, which I did while watching the Americans ruin everyone else in Vancouver. Then I globbed on some Traumeel, a homeopathic anti-inflammatory gel. It was okay this morning, but it’s already getting worse as I walk on it.
Unfortunately, my dad also said that depending on the level of inflammation and strain, it might take a little while for this to go away. If I get back at it too early — before it’s fully healed — I risk re-straining it.
I’m going to keep icing it and stretching to try and facilitate a speedy recovery … but I did find out that cycling should be okay. I’m (grudgingly) taking tonight off from the gym, but will probably do one of my self-spinning classes tomorrow after work if it doesn’t hurt.
I’m really bummed, and kind of annoyed with myself. I flat-out ignored my body’s cues that “hey, something might be wrong here.” This is going to sound crazy, but when I’m working out really hard, sometimes I start thinking that something isn’t feeling right. 99% of the time, it’s just my mind being lazy and wanting me to stop exercising because I’m tired, sweaty, it’s difficult, etc. This example, however, falls into the legitimate 1%. My body finally cried wolf in all seriousness, and I rolled my eyes and kept going.
Hindsight is 20/20, I guess.
Does anyone else struggle with mind battles while exercising? Part of me thinks it’s kind of weird to call yourself a liar … but it’s something that I’ve dealt with my entire life. Even when I was younger (especially when I was the fat kid!), I’d often give in and feign injury to get out of some sort of exercise.
I guess I just reached a point in the last 6 months where I got sick of that, because I knew I was capable of doing more … I was sick of the inner fat kid getting her way all the time.
injury image: Better than Bacon