Ouch


A week delayed (Exercise whining and also gross health info -- you may want to skip)

I went to Pilates class last week, and it truly was a beginning class. I woke up the next morning with nothing stiff except my biceps. (Why they were stiff I have no clue.) But there were only four of us signed up for the morning class, which is less than minimum class size, and it was cancelled. Because the evening class is on a bad night for my schedule and because I had such an easy time in the first class, I opted to move to the intermediate class held the same day, just an hour earlier. It had the bonus of being run by the lady I took class from last year.

My first intermediate class was yesterday morning. This morning I feel like I thought I would last week -- very sore from having used muscles that I hadn't in that particular way for the last six months. My abs are screaming. I really have to get back to using the weight machines two or three times a week; it helps.

I also need to get back to walking or stationary-biking at least three times a week. While the doctor's scale only read three pounds heavier than I'd like it to (more on the doctor's visit in a mo') I know it'd be a lot easier to maintain my weight if I was getting the cardio exercise I need. As in I wouldn't have to worry about every damn thing I put in my mouth.

The doctor's: the stuff in my chest that I mentioned the day after New Year's started to really hurt over the weekend. I felt like I had sticks or rocks inside, trying to work their way out through my chest and back. Then Sunday night I noticed the glands in my neck were swollen and I decided I'd had enough of fighting a cold that had been around since Dec. 22 or so. After sitting around in the exam room until an hour after my scheduled appointment, I got antibiotics and Tessalon pearls. I wasn't presenting with an infection, but I told him if the antibiotics didn't do anything after about 36 hours, I'd quit taking them. Well, I don't know which drug is doing the trick, but don't hurt any more except when I cough up a big load of mucus (which I couldn't get loose earlier) so I guess it was worth the bother of hauling myself down there, sitting around, and messing up my husband's afternoon schedule to run kids around.

So... it doesn't hurt to breathe so much, but now I have muscle aches. And so it goes.

Posted: Wed - January 16, 2008 at 06:52 AM   Home         | | View Technorati reactions

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