Day 19. My lower back was torturing me. It was so tight and stiff. Any forward or sideways motion caused pain. Motrin did not help. Icy Hot and Tiger Balm eluded my seek and find efforts. I decided to ditch the boot camp. I sent a text message to my side kicks Heckle and Jeckle to let them know not to look for me. Then I felt guilty. Why was I feeling guilty? I was legitimately in pain. Sent a text to Briant, asking if I should come anyway and push through it or rest. He wanted to know how many days I had under my belt this week. I texted back, four days. He said to rest it but if I started feeling guilty he had a spin class with my name on it Saturday.
Feeling good about sitting the day out. I get 3 more text messages back to back. It was Heckle and Jeckle. They were together. The first one read, u can’t call n sick, u must call n dead 2 get out of bt cmp. The second asking, can u soak n some Epsom Salt and try 2 make it? The third one was a not so subtle threat, DON’T MAKE US COME AND GET YOU! I sent a text back, alright already I’ll b there. I’ll push through the pain, it can’t be worse than the aftermath of a spin class. The seats on the bikes in the spin class hurt my butt, felt like I had given birth.
I jumped in the shower. Got the water as hot as I could stand it and let the jets pound on my lower back. It felt better but I popped two more Motrin for good measure and put on my back belt for added support, my black work out pants and a Race For The Cure t-shirt that had seen better days. Grabbed my keys and out the door I went.
I arrived in just enough time to hang my jacket and start working out. Circuit training day, three trainers, three stations, weights, resistance bands, mats and steppers abound. I chose to start with the female trainer whose favorite word seemed to be “Up!” Don’t know her name. She seemed nice enough, even if she was obsessed with killing my arms. Heckle and Jeckle didn’t see me come in. They were in Up-girl’s group too. I was babying my back yet working hard enough to break a sweat. Then the music stops and Deek yells, “Switch!”
I leave Up-girl and join Deek’s station; lunges, jumping jacks, leg lifts and squats. Deek’s a good trainer, but he can’t count very well. If there’s talking, he starts the count over. There was one dude in this group who could not keep his mouth shut. So we kept doing the exercise over. I tell myself I will find the strength out of my little toe to go smack him if he keeps it up.
So just as I’m contemplating violence, Briant emerges from the back. He spots me and comes over with a high-five. “That’s what I’m talking about!” he says. “Thought you weren’t coming today.” I shrug, “You can thank Heckle and Jeckle over there.” I point to my side kicks with a grin. There are a lot of advantages to having a workout partner or two.
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