Why me?
Why, just when I’m getting started with belly dancing, with tackling something new and interesting, why does my ridiculous calf muscle decide to go rogue and fall apart on me?
I managed to make it to two classes. Then I received a heart rate monitor and decided my workout routine wasn’t quite up to par. So I stepped it up a bit. Got up to working out 5 days per week. Then comes Saturday and I knew I should rest. Knew I should just stand by and take it easy. But no, pride decided to take the reins of logic and directed me once more into the gym. To the elliptical. Where I ran a very fast 2.5 miles and ripped the muscle fibers of my right calf. Duh.
To top it off as I was leaving I saw a really cute guy heading to his office near the front door. Not wanting to be seen sweaty, sans makeup and injured I rushed toward the glass door in hopes of missing his gaze altogether. Just as I was about to reach the door, the friendly but inconvenient girl at the front desk exclaimed, “have a nice day!” Not one to ignore such a kind comment, I quickly craned my neck to say, “you too” before whipping my head around and reaching my escape haven….only to run face first into the glass window beside the door. Not only did it freaking hurt, but the cute guy, so nicely tucked away in his office, bolted out to see what the commotion was about. Embarrassed, red and beaten down I gave a nervous laugh and jetted out, dropping my towel back at the door in the process (which I realized once I had nearly reached my car). As I walked back to retrieve it under the un-sympathetic eyes of cute guy and the merciless laughter of front desk girl, I also managed to drop my keys, making me the ultimate hot mess of the universe! To top it off, my calf was non-functional the next day.
How’s that for a crappy day!
Needless to say I am feeling better slowly but surely and plan to return to dancing on Monday. Just as long as there aren’t any glass windows posing as doorways in my path prior to then.
