I got back to the gym this week. What a relief!
A couple of months ago I broke a rib. I was installing a hook on my bathroom door. Couldn’t find the ladder, so I was standing on a kitchen chair. Wooden kitchen chair on tile floor. Biiiiig mistake. The chair went over. I went down. Whack! Chair leg, meet rib. Rib, meet chair leg!
I can finally sleep on my side again (who knew that sleeping on your back was a skill that one had to learn?) and can rock and roll without pain. So back to the gym I go!
And my body is so grateful. It sighs, it stretches, it tingles and make happy sounds.
I never could understand people who hated exercise. I have always enjoyed it. Winter hiking up the Escarpment, risking life and limb on icy trails. Kickboxing to Pink (the artist, not the color)- I love her attitude! Lying in dusky quiet after a stretching session. It is when I exercise that I get lost in the moment, and re-connect with the body that I divorced so long ago.
I love it. I love it all. And I missed it so much.
After a couple sessions this week I’m walking around like a granny – lactic acid pinging, muscles creaking and groaning. But it’s so worth it, and the stiffness will pass.
Yay! I’m a gym rat again!