Sore @ MindSay

Well, I am all moved into my first house, that  I own all on my own.

 

I have to say, when my ex left me about 5 years ago, I thought I would never be able to one day buy a house, but here I am. Nice neigbourhood to, quiet, few dogs next door, but they are cute, they protect the neigbourhood, the owner had to intoduce me to them...so they would stop barking, lol.

 

My legs are KILLING me, so much crap to move, lol, glad its all here now, just have a bit more unpacking to do, and I am all set to go!

Today is a day of mixed blessings.  Let me be thankful for the two sides as opposed to seeing only the negative!

My arm is aching and making my hand ache.  I didn't see the PT at all this week and might not next week either depending how the whole house thing goes.  There's been a muscle twitching away in my forearm all morning and it's driving me nuts.  Well, too late, isn't it?  I was nuts long ago!  I think I'll pick up some of those heat pack thingeys.  The ones that you can stick on and are activated by oxygen...  They're a stupid amount of money, but you can at least move around and they don't drip or anything.  Or maybe I should do ice.  I hate ice. 

I saw the Theresa, the MT yesterday.  She spent most of the hour working just on my back and hips.  It's amazing how much one muscle being out of alignment can screw up the rest of your back, arm, leg, whatever.  At least I can move again.  She definitely earned her money yesterday, knots EVERYwhere.

K did some job searching online and rewrote his resume on the CalJobs site.  I guess he got what I was saying.  I do wish he could do it on his own w/out me having to say it. 

Accomplishments of a Domestic Goddess nature:  Cleaned bathroom except for floor, washed dried & hung up uniforms, washed and dried but didn't put away other laundry, cleaned laundry room floor where K had spilled huge amt of detergent and left soapy film, threw away odds and ends of clutter, cleaned the inside of the washer, cleaned detergent from around washer and dryer that K missed. 

and so banged up

 

The scrape on my arm is swollen.  It's noticeable too.  HURTS like a son of a bitch everytime I shower too.  But other than that and the bruise that is forming underneath it, it is healing well.

 

My leg is all bruised up as well.

 

And it hurts to take a deep breath, so something happened to my torso area when I took my fall.

 

also, lifting my arm and brushing my hair is almost completely out of the qustion.  I bruised a bunch of muscles on my right arm (which also has the scratch).

 

That fall was a doozy!!!  At least the dog is safe and sound.  I'd fall again if it came down to it....

Okay, so today, I worked in the Pet Resort walking dogs.  Was having fun actually.  Was feeling better.  And it was busy to the point where it wasn't "pull my hair out" busy.  So, that's always a good thing.

 

Well, we have this puppy, a husky, staying with us.  Poor puppy had broken his leg a month ago.  So, he was in a splint. 

 

It was really dirty, and slipping off his leg, since it had rained last night and we didn't put a bag on his leg because he was the first dog we walked and I didn't realize how bad it was until we got out there.

 

WELL, I called over to the hospital (which was across the street), and told them I was bringing the puppy over.  I drove over, like I had done millions of times before with other dogs. 

 

I lifted the dog out of my car, so he wouldn't have to jump down with his broken leg.  Had ahold of the leash.  However, when I turned around to shut the door, he saw something and booked it.  The leash slid right through my hand.  Now, there is no leash, and my job is RIGHT on the busy road.  A VERY busy road.  He started running towards it.

 

Slow at first.  I sped up, and so did he.  I almost had his tail so that I could grab it and then jump on him, but my foot hit the curb wrong and I went HEAD FIRST right into the cement/road.  I didn't hit my face, but my arm, elbow, and right leg is messed up pretty badly.

 

Luckily, a client was walkign his dog and saw me fall.  He came to the rescue and the little puppy went to them wanting to play.  THANK GOD.

 

I grabbed the leash and took him inside and collapsed on the floor in the treatment room.  After they asked if I was okay and if the dog was okay, they all started bustin' out laughin at the situation.

 

Crazy day...crazy crazy day...haha.

So last night we had practice again.  I was already sore, but everyone knows that gymnasts live on ibuprofen anyway, so there you have it.  I stretched out and decided to tumble first.  I used the rod floor which goes onto a pretty hard resi mat (well, it's hard for a resi, anyway).  I had to find my steps, first, which wasn't too big of a deal (it used to be a lot harder).  I did some high back tucks and layouts, so I decided to go for a full.  The first one was really crooked for some reason, and I never remember having the crooked problem before.  But that worked itself out, and I did a few nice ones.  So then, my ambitious side took over (as oppose to the reasonable, logical one), so I decided to throw a double full.  Not exactly a skill to decide to just throw considering how difficult it is (a layed out flip with two twists in the air).  But I did one.  Sure, it was pretty ugly, I didn't quite make the twist around, and I fell after I landed.  The point is that I did a double full.  I have been out of gymnastics for a year and a half and I still managed to come back on my second day back and do a double full.  I was excited.  Turns out I was really tired, so I never managed to throw another one (I did a few fulls and a few layouts and none of them were very good).  So then I moved on to trying to get my air sense back on arabians.  The night before, I had thrown the first one way too hard, so the first few tonight were (of course) too easy, which meant I went feet-to-seat for several.  Then I started getting a better clue as to where I was and landed the last few.  I was thinking about tacking a front tuck onto the end, but I decided they just weren't consistent enough.

 

So then I moved on to bars.  That didn't go so well.  My left wrist is killing me.  I even tried using prewrap to pad it, but it didn't do as much good as I was hoping.  I got up on the single rail over the pit and realized just how sore my hips were from the day before (I didn't know what had caused it, but I soon discovered).  I guess they build up resistance to the pounding of casts and using the bar, but then when you're out of the sport for that long, they lose it.  I tried a front giant and didn't make it over.  I know, it was sad.  I'm supposed to make those just out of pure strength.  I tried one more and got up in the handstand but still missed.  At that point my hips hurt so much that I decided it would be better to move on.

 

I went to beam.  I was exhausted.  My ankles hurt.  The arch of my left foot hurt.  My wrist hurt.  My hips hurt.  My muscles everywhere ached.  I was starting to remember just exactly why I loved the sport so much.  I knew I couldn't do much of anything, but I did walk through a few routines and do several backhandsprings, which were much more consistent than the ones yesterday, but by the end of that I was just plain exhausted and they were just getting worse.

 

I decided it was about time to be finished so I stretched out for a while before leaving.

 

This morning, my body is signalling (does that have one "l" or two?)  its distress to me.  I have not been this sore in a very long time... definitely not since before I quit gymnastics.  I remember being sore coming back from Italy, only working out for a few practices, getting sick, then moving up to Winston and taking a few days off before I went to Salem, then being really sore.  But I don't think I was that sore even then.

 

And I still have a three hour practice to get through today.  I think I'll be doing a lot of stretching!!

 

I'm really thankful I've had the past few days to at least test the waters again.  It's good to be back in a gym.  I've forgotten just how much chalk there is!!