Lesson Learned

If you take a body sculpt class with an instructor who is an 80 lb dead ringer for Salma Hayek (looks and sounds like her), you will end up with a severely strained, pulled, damaged, etc muscle in your side that will completely limit your ability to walk, move, turn and sleep. (does this mean my muffin top is going away?)

Because there's nothing more terrifying than an 80 lb Latina yelling at you to "Do one more! You can! You can! Suck in that gut!". I did, I did--I sucked it in. And somehow managed to do something horrendous to my side, thus making any attempts to workout today totally dead in the water.

And we aren't talking the good kind of "I worked out really hard and now I'm sore" pain--no, we're talking I had to have the husband help me into bed last night because I was in tears and couldn't move kind of pain. No joke. And, I'm not a pain wuss. I walked around with a shattered elbow for 3 days with no cast or meds. I'm brave. But this flippin' hurts.

So, lesson learned. No more classes with her.

But, I did manage a 40 minute run after work last night, so, I suppose I could take today off (maybe that didn't help the injury...).

Let's hope this does not impact my evening--I'm getting my hair done (yay!) and there's always that whole flipping my head over while she blow dries part that could be painful.

Whatever, beauty is pain.