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My weekend, can I please start again?
I am fit, I am strong, my fabulous day job is a “Pilates instructor” and I love it.
Very rarely do I experience muscle soreness from the group classes that I instruct and consequently demonstrate the exercises.
DOMS Have you heard of this? Delayed onset muscle soreness. I very rarely feel muscle soreness. Have I said that already? yes, because it’s true. Except for today, the day after.
We did a lot of hamstrings (back of the thighs) yesterday. My Saturday mornings are very busy and it’s predominantly athletes, runners, swimmers, cyclists, triathletes, I even have some martial art black belts attend weekly. Thus we do very strong sessions and due to the large numbers I run two sessions back to back.
Now to add to this mix, today anyway, occasionally I help out a local catering company.
The events they cater for are amazing and when I say amazing, I mean out of this world amazing. So I get paid to work, (on my feet for a further 6 hours) plus have fun, socialise and save money, due to not spending somewhere else. Win win
So my day started at 7am, Finishing at the studio at 11:15 am I dashed straight over to the festival I was waitressing at. Home at 6pm to cook a roast veggie dish for a dinner party,
With sore feet and an exhausted body, veggies ready, I pulled my tray out the oven. Oh no, my exhausted arms could not hold on, I dropped it all over my new kitchen mat which I bought two days prior. Tears almost welled in my eyes.
I did see the funny side, took a photo and sent it to my dinner party crew. What next, yes okay that’s it, I decided to chop up a watermelon, yes a whole watermelon, popping it on to a plate, I carried out from the kitchen bench to another in preparation for move to the car. Guess what? Yesssss, I did, a whole sweet delicious watermelon smashed all over the floor.
Breadstick yes, what can I do to that? Bite the end off in hunger? Only I know the answer to that one. I say with a wink 😉
Leaving my house, better close the blinds, seriously? they fell down.
Scream 😱 I arrived at my dinner party bottle of red wine and a breadstick. Everyone decided everything comes in threes so my run of bad luck was over. Do you think so?
Get to bed around midnight after a lovely evening and a couple of glasses of my lovely red wine, exhausted, one of my kids is pocket dialing me at 5 am. No no no no this cannot be happening.
I did lay in bed for a little bit longer, of course my bladder wants to throw a spanned in the works, up I go to the toilet, only then I felt the soreness.
DOMS.
Back of my thighs so sore. Anyone who exercises and experiences that day after soreness will know what it’s like to go to the toilet. Sitting down and standing up. Who relates?
A walk, that will loosen me up. Grabbing a coffee to go, I take my three dogs in the car to head to the park. Now I know that’s not ideal to carry your coffee in hand and drive, that statement proved to be correct when a car pulled out in front of me, I slammed on the brake my little foxy terrier Ella went flying, my coffee went flying all over the windscreen and my legs, my American bulldog Gloria’s big boof head ended up between the two front seats.
All 3 of us survived, we continued on our journey. The park was busy, I was walking with a few girls I knew, between us about 10 dogs.
My 3 rescue pups & loves in my life
Our local dog park is amazing it’s full of bush and trees and creeks and with path which is also full of roots and branches sticking out of the ground so you do have to watch your step.
Gloria big white American bulldog gentle giant disappeared, she can’t see very well consequently she she ended up with another group of people.
Unaware, she followed them about 300 m in the opposite direction. I took off after her. I ran, I tripped, over a branch, landing hard flat on my face and cracking my rib cage on a large root . Winding myself, gasping for breath, pain on breathing and pride hurt. Oblivious to all the other aches and pain‘s I was going to feel in about two hours time.
I try very hard not to be a victim, however I was feeling a little sorry for myself at this stage. We get home without any further ado, and I make myself a smoothie bowl for my breakfast. Blended fruits topped with muesli and more fruit. Are you thinking what I know happened? Yes I wore it. Off to the shower I went for a cleanup. Take two. I enjoyed my breakfast.
As the day went on I started to look like someone who was about 100 years old. My usual perfect posture slightly bent over, a limp, I couldn’t use my hands, my rib cage hurts, I have a bruised right hand, a swollen middle finger on my left hand, my right knee is bruised and causing a limp. My right big toe is sore.
Can it get any Worse ha ha ha
My puffy swollen exhausted body is looking for a new day. A new weekend in fact.
Contract:
I the non-victim and definitely a dreamer, hereby requires a new weekend. Starting afresh where everything will run smoothly and as planned. Money is no object, therefore not requiring her to work a second job. The caterer that she worked for in her parallel life is so amazing that he prepared her roast vegetable dish, freshly sliced watermelon packed into containers and placed in her drivers car to be chauffeured to the dinner party. She arrives home to a clean house, (always) where her three dogs do not play in the dirt resulting in floors that remain clean. (Always) lack of sleep and overwork are no longer a problem, the tired induced clumsiness in no problem.No bruises, no sore limbs, no wounded pride.
I will however accept my sore hamstrings. I know I earned them with a great workout and I will wear that pain with pride. I love a good workout.
Who am I kidding I’m a realist. It’s Sunday night, tomorrow is Monday and it will all be but a memory as my new week begins. I wonder what I’ll fall over, drop, smash, spill next weekend. Ahh at least I’m laughing at myself.
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