Working Out

Today was my first day back at the gym since I broke my foot last Wednesday. I can’t believe I wanted to do that, but I’ve made so much progress in the last four months, I really don’t want to go backwards. Besides that, those muscles I’ve developed are coming in handy with the crutches right now.

So, while we were getting ready to go up to the gym floor, I asked Alice what she would say if I told her I wanted to take the stairs with my walking cast and crutches instead of the elevator. She looked at me and grinned. She just said something like “Of course you are. I’m not going to say anything. We both know you’re gonna do what you’re gonna do. Let me get into position to catch you, just in case.”

We do the e-gym which has been programmed for each of us by a trainer. It has 11 machines in the circuit and once you log-in, it’s timed for exercise, rest, moving to the next machine, etc. I could do all of them except the leg press. A lot of people were watching us (smiling?, rolling their eyes?, shaking their heads?) as Alice was doing all the extra work, wiping down the machine for the next person, picking up my crutches off the floor, moving my water bottle to the next machine hustling my ass to get to the next machine before it started without me. She asked me what my doctor said about working out. I told her I wasn’t seeing him until tomorrow. When it comes to “doing what I want”, I’ve always thought it was best to beg forgiveness than ask permission. The urgent care doctor didn’t say anything, but then again, I didn’t ask.

As usual, it’s a blast doing these things with Alice and in the end all went well. That’s all that matters, right? And, if it doesn’t, oh well, lesson learned, we hope.