Okay, so my whole New Year resolution was to get back into shape, right? For those of you who don’t or didn’t know, in 2006, I got ill, and, as a result, I was on steroids and couldn’t do much of anything for several months, mainly because I was exhausted. Not mentally exhausted, just physically exhausted and pretty much unable to do anything moderately strenuous. Anyway, to cut a long story short (too late), I gained weight: something I haven’t been very happy with as of late.
Well, finally, after our last cruise, I finally feel 95% like me again. Not so tired any more, which is great, and so I feel I can finally focus on fitness again.
Noel and I went out a few days after our cruise and looked at treadmills. Smith City (a New Zealand version of let’s say maybe a sad K-Mart or wanna-be Sears) had a few treadmills but they all didn’t go up to the right speed for running and were somewhat shoddy in their construction. In addition, the guys there knew pretty much nothing about treadmills (a big problem for Smith City and another reason I dislike the place) and so, Noel and I thought we’d wait for another day. They told us to come back when this person who deals with them was in.
So, a few days later we went to Elite Fitness, where I had several years earlier bought the “Man Killer” (aka a stationary bicycle with a seat that would give any man and most women “Cycler’s tip”… it’s where your nether-regions go numb, and, according to my doctor, a very unhealthy thing to have happen to you). We got great service from the manager, and of course, being the queens we are, we chose the top Bowflex treadmill model. A little more than I wanted to pay but it has a built-in fan bitches. I gotta have that!
And it was on sale. And they would deliver it. So… I thought what the hell. You only live once and hey, debt is debt.
On that Wednesday, a nice young man (and I mean nice) delivered the treadmill. He set it up, made sure everything was working okay and then sadly left (after lingering for a little while… should have asked him if he wanted a cup of tea or something!).
So Noel and I have been faithfully using the treadmill. I’ve pretty much been using it every day since we got it (and if I haven’t, I’ve been going to gym). Hell, I’ve even got up at the crack of dawn and used it when I hadn’t eaten anything beforehand because that was supposed to be good for you.
And, to be honest, the weight has started to come off. Clothes fit a lot better, I’m feeling a lot better, and it’s been great…
Until I injured my foot.
I have no idea how or why I injured my foot. I don’t even know why it doesn’t hurt some of the time. But for some reason, the area between my big toe and the next toe in can hurt like hell or even just be sore some of the time. For no rhyme or reason!
Noel reckons it’s a bruise internally. I have to agree. Kent (my trainer) seems to think it could be a stress fracture. I thought about that for about 3.5 seconds before I thought it would definitely bruise or be swollen or something. But it seems okay.
Anyway, the whole point of this blog is to rant that here I am, finally making headway into getting back into my old routine and bang, injury.
Argh it fucks me off!
Beam Me Up, Scotty 