Bodytalk


Either my body is trying to tell me something [and let’s face it, do I ever listen?!] or… I am simply an old woman…

I thought taking the boys [Sean & Chris] to my ‘kicky-fighty’ [Tae Bo] class last night would be fun – an introduction to an integral part of ‘the Ging’…

However, about three-quarters of the way through the class after doing more sprints and bouncing than usual, my left lower calf muscle [or soleus I think it’s called] decides to go PING! And with each additional step PING again! I kinda kept going, thinking I was just ‘rooted’ from all the running, but then I simply couldn’t run at all… dammit!

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I love my kicky-fighty class and how sad is it that the one night I get to show the boys how fun it is, they had to continue on without me… as I hobbled off to get some RICE [Rest; Ice; Compression; Elevation] happenin’…

I think they still had a good time – Chris was certainly flying out with the punches and I can tell you ladies, was in a right ol’ lather of sweat…

Creaking Ging