You would think in 35 years I would have learned that things don't always go as planned.
2013 started that way for me.
I've been faithfully going to a workout class called P31 since August. We had a week off for Christmas and then we started an intense week of workouts called the New Year's Blast on December 31st. I'd been terrible with what I ate on the days I had off (one instagram friend appropriately called it Fat Fest 2012). I also didn't exercise once during the break. Since I had no self-control for over a week, I was really looking forward to getting my butt kicked in workout.
I made it through Monday's workout surprisingly fine considering I'd been so lazy. I was excited about working off all those calories I'd consumed during the holidays. Day 2 of the workout was on January 1st. About 10 minutes into the workout I was running a sprint, turned, and rolled my ankle. I heard a loud pop and felt sick and lightheaded. I knew it was a bad ankle sprain because it swelled up and bruised immediately. Mark had to come to the gym and carry me to the car (very dramatic). He's my hero! Two reasons--he was able to carry me all the way to the car and he got up at 5A.M. to come and get me. I have several friends at workout and one went to our house to sit with the boys so Mark could come and get me. They took amazing care of me when I got hurt. I'm thankful for those sweet ladies!
Once I got home I didn't feel as lightheaded and woozy, but I realized that I was going to be out of workout for several weeks. I really like workout so that made me sad. Yesterday I had a physical therapist examine my foot. He confirmed that I had a really bad ankle sprain. He recommended that I don't do any strenuous exercise (running, jumping, etc.) for several more weeks. It's been over a week, and I'm thankful that I'm finally seeing some improvement. The swelling and bruising have improved tremendously. The first week was terrible--my ankle felt bad and looked even worse.
Things I've learned from this...
#1 I hate a bucket of ice as much as I did when I was in high school. That's standard treatment for ankle sprains. You stick your foot and ankle in a bucket of ice and water. The pain of the ice bucket is about as bad as the sprain. Ugh!
#2 I'm a lot older than I think I am. Sometimes I think my body will still move and react like an 18-year-old and I'm 35 not 18. I must remember that!
#3 It takes longer to recover. Goes with #2. I had a bad ankle sprain like this when I was a senior in high school. I recovered much faster. This is taking a lot longer than I remembered.
#4 Moms don't have time to get hurt or sick. Even though I was supposed to stay off my foot, there were still things that had to be done around the house. Will and Ben didn't understand that my ankle sprain meant I was supposed to rest. No rest for the weary.
Here's a pic of my ankle just after I twisted it.
Several days had passed. You can see how swollen and bruised it is.
I have a cankle!!! Gross!
The next photo is really gross so don't look if you are squeamish.
This was one of the worst days. The swelling and bruising is awful.
Well, workout gear...I'll get back to you as soon as I can!