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Friday Fun! (PSA: Never Run for the Bus. Ever.)

April 20, 2012 10 comments

Hello my lovely readers!

So today was the 100 year anniversary of Yankee/Red Sox rivalry.  This is totally awesome, but the game was at 3pm when I was at work. ALAS I commute right through Kenmore (where Fenway Park is), just about when the games that start at 3 tend to get over.  Knowing this, I decided to walk from my lovely place of employment to Kenmore where I would hopefully be able to catch a bus home.

So there I was.  Walking along.  Listening to one of my all-time favorite songs “Sexy and I Know It,” when in the distance I saw that my bus was boarding.  My natural Bostonian inclination was to sprint for the bus.

Wrong. Decision.

I have no idea what happened.  Maybe my feet slid around in my shoes because of my nylons.  Maybe the sidewalk was uneven.  Maybe I am just an incredibly klutzy mess. Regardless, I tripped my feet up and went flying a couple of feet (I am not exaggerating) onto my hands and knees. But mostly my knees.

Immediately an incredibly sweet young lady about my age stopped to see if I was ok.  I thought I was, since, well, adrenaline had kicked in.  But when I tried to get up, it hurt.  Three more people stopped, including two BU students and a fabulous southern gentleman who was a tourist in my city.  They gave me water and tissues for the blood.  One identified herself as a medical student and pointed out that I needed stitches.  I argued that I was fine and poked me knee, at which point one of the girls almost passed out.

It turns out what I was poking was my own “subcutaneous fat.”  Trust me.  It hurt a LOT later when the adrenaline wore off.

These awesome strangers convinced me to go to the ER to get stitched up.  They flagged down a cab, gave him directions, and one of them almost insisted on coming with me, although I managed to argue that I would be fine, it was just stitches.

At the ER, they plopped me into a wheelchair and everyone basically glanced at me and said “Oh honey,” accompanied by a head shake.

I told the nurse that the Red Sox had wiped out worse than me.  *snort*

So I got 4 stitches, which was an entirely new experience.  It felt…..weird.  You’re numb so it doesn’t hurt, but you still feel *things* dragging along underneath your skin.

Also, they told me I can’t do anything rough on my knee for 10 to 14 days.  No spinning, running, squats, etc…. *sighs*  What’s a fitspo gal to do?

On a serious note though, major thank yous to the strangers who stopped to help me.  This single lady seriously appreciates it.  Especially since I  was adrenaline high and may not have had the foresight to drag my butt to the ER on my own.  You guys were great, and I wish I had some iota of an idea as to who you are.  People could easily have laughed at the gal going flying across the sidewalk running to catch the bus.  Instead you stopped and helped, and that is seriously awesome.

Friday Fun! (The Gym and Body Image)

April 1, 2011 8 comments

Hello my lovely readers and a happy April Fool’s Day to you!  There’ll be no tricks on my blog, but if you want to have some fun, be sure to check out ThinkGeek‘s home page today.  🙂

In any case, today I want to talk to ya’ll about body image and the gym, because I think it’s something that keeps a lot of folks out of the gym when it shouldn’t.  When I joined the gym one of the things I was the most nervous about was exercising, changing, showering, sauna-ing (is that a word?  It should be) around other people who might be judging me.  Yes, I have fairly good body image, but I’m still a person and struggle with it periodically.  I mean really, who doesn’t?  Beyond not wanting to have men hogging the weights and hitting on me, I also joined a women only gym purely because I wanted to be in the company of other women who hopefully wouldn’t be judgmental pricks like certain girls in highschool tend to be.  But I was just like “Fuck it.  I won’t let the possibility of some women being bitches to me keep me from being healthy,” so I joined.  And you know what?  It has been the best body image experience of my life, and no, that is not just because I’m getting more confidence in my body’s abilities.

I have not once heard a single woman say a single derogatory thing about another woman in my gym.  Not once.  The women are astoundingly kind.  The women are universally thoughtful of each other and profusely kind at sharing equipment and amenities.  I have never once heard a personal trainer say the f-word (fat).  I have never seen a trainer yelling at a woman.  I have never seen a class instructor without a smile on her face.  I’ve only heard trainers and instructors encouraging women, telling them, “Society tells you you can’t do this because you’re a woman, but I’m telling you that your body is amazing, and you can.”

But it goes beyond that.  I see women of all shapes, sizes, ethnicities, races in the locker room, and you know what?  That has just totally opened my eyes to the fact that the Hollywood ideal, society’s mantra of what a woman *should* look like just simply does not reflect reality.  And I find every woman I encounter in the locker room and sauna beautiful in her own unique way.  And I got to thinking, if I find them beautiful, if they’re here doing their thing with their body, then why should I ever diss my own body or get down on it or not embrace it?  My body is amazing.  It can do seriously amazing things.  I can bench press weights.  I can hold the dancer’s pose.  I can run.  I can do chin-ups.  I can almost touch my forehead to the floor.  Plus, my body can nurture life or not, as I see fit.  My body can do all these things and is simultaneously uniquely mine, and that is what makes it so awesome.