I had a session with my PT on Friday. It seemed to go okay but yesterday I had a really sore knee. So sore I can hardly walk. You can just imagine how happy I am about that. I’m pretty certain it happened during one exercise where you roll sideways on the fitball while shuffling your feet across, esp since it’s on the inside of my knee and I can’t imagine any other exercise where I’d use that part of my leg.
If it’s not any better by tomorrow, I think I’ll pay my physio a visit. But I wanted to run today!
Yesterday, despite the injury, I went to spin class. I haven’t done spin in well over a year. Got there early and there was a dude already there. He looked at my torso and said – “that’s a lost cause, isn’t it?”
Luckily, before I got a chance to deck him, he pointed out the words “Save Brittney” on tee-shirt – I’d forgotten I was wearing it!
I absolutely forgot the first rule of spin class. Don’t sit near the mirrors. I swear spin bikes are designed to make you look bad, esp if all your weight is around your midsection… double esp when you’re leaning forward on the bike. All the fat gets squished up. I spent the whole class thinking stuff like this:
I’m so fat.
I didn’t realise I was so fat.
I’m like the fattest person in the world.
Maybe I should ring the Guiness book of records.
I’m so totally and utterly fat.
Not good at all. After class, I used the spanky new members change room – bliss, no general public hogging all the showers – then put on my cute little dress and my cute boots and felt much better about myself.