Hey any readers that are left in the depths of the Internet. Maybe you missed me. Maybe you forgot I existed. Who can really tell? Let me bring you up to speed.
In late January, I decided playing indoor soccer was a fantastic idea. I played most of my life, and just because I’m 30 doesn’t mean I should give up. Well 10 minutes into my first game, I decided winning the ball was more important than securing my shoe. Long story short, I tore my ACL and meniscus. I did not however learn this until a month later when I ate it during a “tennis match”. I use the term tennis match loosely, as my injury occurred the one time I actually hit the ball and promptly fell down. At this point, I could no longer be stubborn and I was forced to see an orthopedic surgeon.
On May 23 I had an ACL allograft and meniscus repair scheduled. But because I’m an X-man, my meniscus healed itself so I only had the ACL repair. Eleven weeks later, I have graduated physical therapy and been cleared for spin class, elliptical, biking, swimming, body pump, and basically anything that doesn’t have lateral movement and no running outside. It also brings me to the txt that I have gain 8lbs, and my muscle tone is gone. I feel like a lumpy fat cow.
But it’s a new month, a new week, and I’ve spent a lot of time in a swimsuit this summer. So tonight after kicking ass at my first day of training, I decided that if hit the gym. One small step for man and all that. I did a fifteen minute warm up on the bike, arms and back (with free weights-thanks Pinterest) and 20 minutes on the elliptical.
Here’s what I learned.
- If my physical appearance wasn’t already an indicator, I am out of shape. Well physical fitness. I am still a shape. Round.
- If you tell your super fit, super hot coworker girl you had ACL surgery 11 weeks ago, she will be painfully nice and cheer you on. You originally think this will be better than facing probably judgement that you’re a moo cow, but it’s actually worse.
- You will be sore from your baby work out when you get back to it. And you will be embarassed.
But for my readers, and my clothing that I want to fit-I commit to you to keep working. And to keep you guys in the loop. And to buy something from Lululemon. Just because I’m pissed at their judgements.