Injured and Bored…A Deadly Combination

First injury of the year. Hopefully another day of R&R and I can start working out again. Image courtesy of jscreationzs and FreeDigitalPhotos.net.

First injury of the year. Hopefully another day of R&R and I can start working out again. Image courtesy of jscreationzs and FreeDigitalPhotos.net.

It’s the start of a new year and I’m already injured.  I’ve either torn, pulled or strained some muscles in my leg. Standing is agony, walking stings, stairs are painful, and wearing high heels hurt something fierce.

What Happened?
My set included burpees (of course!), stairs (2 steps at a time) and then jumping jacks. I just started the first round of jumping jacks when I felt a sharp pain along the side of my leg near the knee. I shook my leg out, tried to continue but the pain was too intense and my muscles were tighter than a snare drum.

After checking my leg, my trainer called it a day and recommended some ice, plenty of rest, and a little stretching.

The pain is on the side and back of my right leg. The whole area extends 2 inches above and below my knee. My calf muscle loosened up a bit, but my hamstring is super tight.

I’ve done the Ibuprofen thing and used a heating pad for temporary relief. But now I’m feeling some tightness in the knee, which usually means fluid building up. If I see any swelling I’m breaking out the ice pack.

My leg is such a tease, running hot and cold.

When I’m Bored, I Wanna Eat
It’s only been 24+ hours, and I’m already bouncing off the walls. I don’t do boredom well. I’ve opened and closed the fridge about 10 times today…something I don’t do. When restless and don’t know what to do with myself I tend to snack, and not on very healthy things. It’s an old habit that wants to rear its ugly head.

I decided to distract myself with a trip to Starbucks to chill in a big comfy chair and write. I ordered a Grande Chamomile tea and then I noticed the pastries.  Crap!

Ignoring the tasty goodness rancid pastries, got my tea, sat down and started typing.

It took about 2 hours before the evil pastries started whispering my name.

Sigh…

Time to load up on another Grande Chamomile tea.