To be honest, I don’t think we are going to come to a definitive answer on that one. You know, the part about being an idiot (definition: lacking common sense) when I exercise. I do think I can come to a decision about the treadmill, however.
But let’s back up, and address the “being an idiot” statement.
Hmmm…so many options of stories to share to make this statement really come to life.
Let’s start with this one. We will call this Example 1. Because, yes, I am a slow learner, and I have many more examples that will really drive my point home. This first example, has a certain amount of irony involved. I love irony. (And sarcasm—I love sarcasm, too.)
October 2nd, 2013 was an absolutely gorgeous day in Neenah, Wisconsin. So gorgeous, in fact, that I knew I just had to skip my scheduled workout at the Y, and take advantage of the uncharacteristically mild weather. After all, who wants to be lifting in a weight room surrounded by a bunch of smelly, grunting men, noisily dropping their weights on the floor, when it’s sunny and 70 degrees outside? Not me, that’s for sure.
Now this is a big deal, folks. The fact that I was able to alter a workout is by no means a simple decision for me. (This is the part where you should be very impressed.) I mean, how absolutely mentally healthy of me to get in tune with the idea of exercising for a reason other than elevating my heart rate, building muscle, or burning calories. (Ouch…had to be honest about the calorie thing…just remember I’ve gotten smarter since then.)
This was progress! I sent a quick text to my husband suggesting a change in workout plans. He was totally on board.
As soon as we each got home from work, we changed into our biking shorts and short sleeve shirts, (a little foreshadowing for you) and jumped on our road bikes. (You know, the ones that require you to connect your shoes to your pedals—more foreshadowing.)
We headed out of town, and into the country. Road construction (I know, I know. Road construction? In Wisconsin? Shocking, right?) caused us to detour from our regular route, and we soon found ourselves on an enchanting narrow, winding country road, complete with picturesque farms, and woods just on the cusp of full fall foliage.
Could it get any better than this?
Well, the answer to this is no. It got a lot worse, real fast.
We came to a T in the road, and since we were in the country, and since there weren’t any cars coming, I didn’t apply a whole lot of brake as I turned wide to head left. Before I knew it, my front tire slid off the road, and since my bike is built like, …well, a bike…my back tire soon followed.
Now this wouldn’t have been the worst situation in the world IF I hadn’t panicked, and tried getting back on the road before looking at the situation carefully. Had I taken my time, I might have noticed that there was a rather substantial drop off from the road to the gravel shoulder I was riding on.
In my anxiousness to get back on the road, I quickly steered left. My front tire, not quite able to make the jump, abruptly turned, stopping me dead in my tracks. The next thing I knew, I was falling backwards onto the road, shoes still connected to the pedals.
While this all happened suddenly, the next part truly felt like I was moving in slow motion.
My husband, who was ahead of me, must have heard me scream, as he looked back just in time to see me go down.
I vividly remember bracing for the impact of my head on the asphalt, and then being surprised when my head bounced back up without any pain whatsoever. This is why we wear bike helmets! My helmet now has a rather nice crack, but thankfully, my head does not.
He biked back to see if I was okay, and was a little concerned when I didn’t move. Or speak. At this point, I think I was mentally assessing the damage.
As soon as I ascertained I was okay, I removed my feet from my pedals, and quickly stood up, wanting to minimize the embarrassment of being sprawled out on the road. You know the feeling.
Upon closer inspection, my knees, my hip and my right elbow were pretty scuffed up. My husband insisted on going home to get the Explorer and then come back to pick me and my bike up. But I wasn’t having any of that. So he straightening my handle bars on my bike, and we headed home.
It didn’t take long for the pain to kick in. Within a few minutes, I felt pretty confident that there was something “not quite right” with my right arm, as I couldn’t move it. This definitely made the 5 mile bike ride home seem like it was taking forever, despite the fact that we were traveling at 18-20 mph.
And why is this an example of being an idiot when I exercise?
Here, I’ll give it to you again…
I felt pretty confident that there was something “not quite right” with my right arm, as I couldn’t move it. This definitely made the 5 mile bike ride home seem like it was taking forever, despite the fact that we were traveling at 18-20 mph.
So, lesson learned? You know, the lesson that says LISTEN TO YOUR BODY. Nope. Not yet.
Stay tuned for Treadmill: Friend of Foe (Or Why I’m an Idiot When I ExercisePart 2). I promise, I will get to the treadmill and to the good stuff…the what I now understand about exercise.