The time has come – and as far as the big kid in me was concerned – it couldn’t come quick enough.
We are, however, talking more than the obligatory three months (doctor’s orders!) between fracture and weight-bearing exercise.
So Team Guerrilla was the venue for the relaunch of my life-as-someone-who-exercises-regularly.
It was the first time I’d seen myself in my workout gear in months – and my assessment was ruthless.
As someone who still walks a lot, the legs weren’t too much of a write-off. I’ve not exactly put on weight but I’m flabbier – especially round the midrift and arms. My bust? Well let’s not go there.
The session basically consists of working-out for a minute at different stations – but even then there can be a sense of “why on earth am I doing this?”
Of course, I know why I’m doing it, (not least that fantastically happy feeling you get at the end) but with those vile soft flabby upper arms of mine it looks like I’m a long way from my goals.
There was a sense, admittedly, of real anger too – regarding why I’ve almost “back to square one”.
As you know, I broke my foot trying to switch off the smoke alarm.
Clambering on to the sofa arm to reach the device (which was on the ceiling) resulted in a slip, and the fracture. Oh, and Em’s Way To Go!
In a way I have myself to blame. Taking the plunge – pscychologically – has admittedly been difficult.
So – months later – I picked up where I’d left off.
There were no surprises. I’d expected the sensation of my heart-trying-to-smash-its-way-out-through-my rib-cage and, sure enough, it welcomed me back.
More galling was just how unfit I’d become – at one point my arms couldn’t support me when previously they could whilst doing the same exericse – and I practically fell flat on my face.
But other exercises gave me that “welcome back” feeling – like declaring war on my burgeoning cleavage with the pectoral exercises, to name just one.
That sense of regaining control is fabulous. Whether it’s a coping strategy or not, a vital component of my lifestyle is back.
The foot? I could slightly feel that left fifth metatarsal as I walked back, but that’s about it.
It was reminding me of its presence but hopefully now it knows who’s boss!