I’ve told the story of my sprained ankle last blog.
I go to work out a week afterwards and for 2-3 days afterwards my ankle hurts quite a bit. I can take a hint and decided not to push it anymore for a week or so. I just walked into the gym on Tuesday for a meeting and it made my ankle hurt on Wednesday. Maybe it was the smell of treadmill rubber or something.
The kids have a swim class on Wednesday, and they’ve been on a hike that day so I meet Teresa at the Y with their swimsuits, clothes to change into and the works. I bring my suit because it’s been hot all day and I could use some pool time (why can’t we have a week or two where it isn’t too hot or too cold?). We play and play and play and are having a good time. The boys are in their class and Zack and Emma (Julie and Dave’s kids) are with us so they’re playing with Aurora. I’m sitting on the bench and I get approached by a YMCA employee, "Are you Art?" Oh geez. "Yes… what happened?" "Your wife has been injured."
Fast forward… she was doing arm curls and somehow pulled a muscle in her neck. I’ll include her e-mail to her friends about what actually happened if she dares forward it to me. In short, her head virtually exploded in pain and she had a hard time breathing. She went to the doctor this morning and the prognosis was "pulled muscle in neck". From arm curls. ?????
Okay, so here we are… me nursing a sprained ankle, her with a recently pulled neck-muscle. Kind of makes you wonder if this whole ‘fitness’ thing is worth all the pain!
Have I said work is insane? I’m very busy, and Teresa is also having to deal with the fact that I lock the basement door from time to time. It’s good tho! I hope I can keep track of everything. It’s getting a bit crazy making sure all the balls stay in the air.
But we’re all very happy. And that’s what counts, right?