I realized a month or so ago that I really wasn’t giving my all to my workouts. I was doing them, but was I really “doing” them? I was getting sweaty, but when I really thought about it, I knew I could do more.
I resolved to change what I was doing. I was going to stop going through the motions and really give it my all. And that was just what I did.
I was going to boot camp twice a week and zumba four times a week. Believe it or not, I was loving it. Boot camp was getting harder every two weeks. It had been doing that for awhile now. Last week, it was tough and I mean really tough. I might even say it was brutal.
I started out by hurting my knee. I twisted it pushing a 110+ pound Wave Master up and back across the gym floor. I knew when it really started to hurt that I should stop, but I didn’t want to be the overweight older lady that couldn’t keep up. The insrtuctor even said she’s push it back for me. But I kept on going and I finished with most of the group. But, I was hurting.
The next morning I woke up and my knee was swollen. There wasn’t much I could do about it excpt go about my day. Icing a knee isn’t part of the preschool curriculum. What I didn’t realize was that through the course of the day, I was compensating for my knee and screwing up my ankle on the other leg. This was Friday.
I always make Friday and Saturday my non exercise days of the week. Sunday I usually go to zumba, but I had made plans with a few of my girls and skipped it. My knee and ankle were both still hurting anyway.
Monday is my day for double workouts. I do zumba first and then an hour later, I go to boot camp. I went to zumba and it wasn’t too pretty. I had an ankle support on and that helped a little, but it still hurt.
My boot camp instructor is also my Monday zumba instructor. After class, I told her I thought it might be time to say “uncle”. She agreed. I wasn’t going to boot camp that night. I also wasn’t going Wednesday night.
I went to Tuesday zumba with the ankle support and new insoles and it wasn’t awful, but not great either. I went to boot camp Wednesday night to videotape and take still pictures for the instructor. I can hosetly say that I hated being there watching everyone else work out and not being included. It was fun to take pictures because I love to do that, but I didn’t like not being part of the class, but I knew it was the right thing to do.
I am 56 years old and I have to be responsible enough to know when to say that enough is enough. I would prefer to not have knee replacement anytime down the road. To avoid that, I have to take care of myself now. That means I have to sit out on the workouts for a little bit. I hate that, but it’s the right thing to do. My instructor thinks it’s the right thing to do too.
I’m hoping that things will be back to normal next week and I can get back to boot camp. I’m doing zumba on Monday and we’ll see how that goes. Hopefully, I’ll be at boot camp an hour later. If I’m not, I’m not going to be upset. Healing is the objective here.
Maybe I can be the poster girl for the older overweight sisters. You have to listen to your body and give it what it eeds. Be that water, exercise or just plain old rest. Sometimes we just all need a little rest.
P.S. My instructor has started an awesome fitness related blog. Check it out!