This morning, as the in-laws are still in town (10 days, people!!), I decided to sneak off to the gym in the wee hours of the morning so I could squeeze in a much-needed stress-relieving workout after a lovely relaxing day yesterday of pie and mashed potatoes. So I slipped on my sneaks and new workout pants and eased the car out… into the blizzard.
When It Snows, It Pours
Things did not get better from there. The check engine light in my car came on (still working on that one). I forgot my gym ID card (they let me in anyhow, thanks YMCA nice people!). It took ten minutes and a small rainforest’s worth of paper towels to dry off my shoes. But at last I was happily trotting away on the treadmill. Sweat had just started to drip off my elbows (mental note: ask Santa for arm bands next year) when it happened: Stars. Dizziness. Ick.
I’d been in such a hurry to leave the house before a child or non-blood relative caught me that I hadn’t taken time to eat or drink anything. I chugged down some water and finished my hill intervals but it wasn’t pretty.
Ever the slow learner, I headed to the weight floor to make up for my missed weight day yesterday. Today was descending sets, upper body, so I grabbed a set of dumbbells and headed to a flat bench for presses and flys.
I dropped two 30-lb dumbbells. On my chest.
And then, because I normally handle that weight with ease (or because I’m just dumb), I tried again. I dropped two 30-lb dumbbells. Again. This time one glanced off my shoulder as the other one was headed for my, um, girl area until I rolled quickly off the bench. There was a lot of clanging. And mental cursing. Save for my pride, I am unhurt, thankfully. But it wasn’t graceful.
Save Me From Myself
Of course I was the only girl on the weight floor this a.m. (Normally I lift with two other girls but they, sans in-laws, were still sleeping blissfully.) And, of course, every man in there was watching me with this look of horror on their faces. One actually shook his head and turned away as if saying “I just can’t watch what happens next.” I think the rest were waiting for a hidden camera crew to jump out. Fortunately one kind soul stepped in to save me from myself.
“Need a spot?” he asked very tactfully.
Or a brain transplant. I nodded and let him hand me the weights. “I got it now, thanks.” I was embarrassed. Words can’t even describe my level of humiliation.
“I think I’ll just stick around until you finish your set.”
I nodded and tried not to let my arms shake. “Thanks.”
As I finished my set, he added, “You know, sometimes I try and up my weight too fast. But then I gotta think to myself, just be safe dude.”
I wasn’t upping my weight but he still made a good point. Just be safe, dude. Chagrined, I kept my weight lower for the rest of my workout.
The Moral of My Sad Story
Don’t have a bad day. Just kidding. The moral is be safe. Have a lifting partner. Listen to your body. LEARN from my mistakes. Don’t be stupid. Oh yeah, and eat breakfast.
This PSA brought to you by Charlotte, The Gym Don’t.
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