The Granny Gym
I’ ve been thinking about this post since Monday, when I went to my granny gym. That is, physical therapy with the kinesiologist.
Because of my previous obsession with going to the REAL gym, I developed my now infamous tibial stress, which I now know is actually a stress fracture. The important thing is, I haven’t been to the gym in over two months now, which means I haven’t gone running in over two months. I’m not even supposed to walk more than is actually necessary to get around.
I’m going crazy. Sometimes. Sometimes not, which actually worries me even more.
So far, I’ve had three visits to therapy, where they do about a half hour of magnet therapy and laser something, then for the next half hour I actually get to exercise. This involves: 15 whole minutes on the stationary bike, then a little bit of weights on a machine (that not only means a little weight, but also few reps). Then this pathetic ball exercise against the wall, then stretching.
On Monday they added this fabulous stability board thing that forced me to use muscles I haven’t used in over two months, and I actually felt a little pain yesterday. Nice! So I left the granny gym feeling pretty good on Monday. Heading back tomorrow. It’s twice a week. Can’t wait, even though I do feel pretty pathetic. Most of the others there actually are in the over-70 crowd.
I actually checked out the REAL gym last week, which is only three blocks from our apartment. Got the list of classes (which normally I hate, but my options are limited now), so since I now have the okay to do any kind of exercise that doesn’t involve my right tibia, I might head in to do arm weights, abs, and maybe a stretching or yoga class.
Coming soon: a move back to reality. Granny gym + REAL gym. Can’t wait!
