Fun and games at the gym do have a sober side. Mostly our mishaps are funny, but there's always a bit of an edge. Dumb bell press with 40lbs today - piece of cake. "No more 40lbs for you" says Jungle Mama, "go get the 45s for the next set." OK sure, sounds logical. Next set comes along, get the 45lb-ers in the air.. right shoulder starts crumbling just at that one crazy spot where you can do nothing but fling the weight and hope to god you don't hit anything fragile - like a human. Luckily the only other humans in the gym (and there weren't many) were on the other side of a wall. The crash got their attention, but no limbs or digits. Back to the 40s it was... much to my frustration and consternation. POO.
The second close call did involve a dumbbell and a human - G's foot got perilously close to the weight as it was slipping out of my hand .... our hearts and breathing stopped momentarily... but luckily a broken big toe was averted and we were cracking jokes and ribbing each other again in no time. Tomorrow we rest, and then back at it on Tuesday.
Oh and BTW - we have a new routine. Since we can't get to Montreal for the 6am Wednesday paddle, we do fun and crazy stuff along with all the contestants under Bob and Jillian's torturous care at the Biggest Loser ranch. Tuesday nights are full of boxing, pushups and a shitload of text messages. Hee! Love this life.
Been there done that... "That" being the crashing of the 40 lb db. Now doing 55 lb db crashes... LOL!
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