Time to get back to the gym yesterday, after a bit of a lay-off over Christmas.
Into the gym kit – leggings, T-shirt, hoody, trainers, heart-rate monitor – and off out for the 8am session.
The gym is just a short walk from the house.
The slush from the day before had frozen overnight. It was very icy. I was very careful.
I made it to the gym car park. I was so close. In fact I was in full view of the gym window…
My feet went out from under me and I landed, very gracefully, full length, flat on my back.
The trainer came out to gather me up. I was fine, truly.
In fact, I was all set to do the workout. Then one of my gym buddies said, ‘I don’t think you should be doing it.’ And I knew she was right. If it had happened to someone else, that’s absolutely what I would have said to them.
I’d hit my head. I had the hood of my hoody up, so that had cushioned the blow – but nevertheless, I’d hit my head. In fact, my head had bounced. Probably wise not to exercise. The trainer made me a cup of tea with extra sugar, and called the lovely Jules (she’s written guest blogs for me) who came down to make sure I was OK.
Because I was wearing my heart rate monitor, and I was so close to the gym when it happened, my stats had shown on the screen. My heart rate hit 80% of its maximum as I hit the ground – that’s the yellow column in the graph. Normally you have to be putting in a bit of effort to get to the yellow zone!
By the time I’d sat and drunk the tea, I realised my neck was hurting. Hopefully just a couple of pulled muscles, possibly whiplash. I’ve treated it as whiplash (Nurofen, ice, some gentle movement). I have a bruised elbow and a bruise on my hand where I must have hit it on the ground.
But the biggest injury was to my dignity.
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