Saturday, July 29, 2017
I was so proud of myself and my progress after I saw all my stats from Peak Performance Week. Starting to actually feel like I was getting into shape a little bit. Went to last Saturday's class (the 5th class of the week), felt like crap. No energy. I looked around, and everyone else looked equally as ragged. It's hard to push yourself that hard five days in a row. The whole class was a disaster. One person threw up on the treadmill. Another person forgot to turn off her treadmill as the groups were switching, and the next person to get on went flying and bonked her head. And me...my arms were shaking so badly after the weight floor rotation. The coach was running behind and pushing us to switch groups quickly. I didn't get my weights back on the rack firmly, and one ten-pound weight slipped off the rack...right onto my left foot. Oh, boy did it hurt. I tried to walk it off, but no way. I had to leave the class 15 minutes early.
The foot was throbbing all the way home, and I walked in to tell the Dude that we might have to go for a drive to the ER. Instead, I found him standing at the top of the basement stairs, saying, "I think we have a problem." And we did. The sump pump had failed during the horrible storms the night before, and everything in the basement was floating. So instead of getting my foot checked out, I spent the next 14 hours bailing out the basement. And calling the insurance and home warranty people. Didn't get my foot x-rayed until two days later with all the mess going on.
Turns out, Toe #2 is broken. The whole top of my foot is swollen and purple. The doctor put me in this giant, heavy immobilization boot and told me to wear it for the next six weeks. Found this out the day that the next payment for Orangetheory had already gone through.
Six weeks! I'm actually more upset about the foot than the wreckage of my basement. I'm going to lose all the progress that I've made over the last five months. I'm gonna have to start all over, gonna lose all the endurance that I've built up, all the strength.
I'm pretty upset about the basement thing as well....it's making my anxiety shoot through the roof. I worked summer school so that I could pay for my next semester of college. Had the whole tuition thing wrapped up and ready to register. It cost a good 500 bucks to buy a utility pump to drain the basement, a dehumidifier, and buy a new sump pump (with PVC pipe and accessories). The insurance company sent out a mitigation company to help dry things out and remove the damaged material (yes, it was a finished, carpeted basement). The insurance adjuster will be out to inspect tomorrow; I'm not even sure that I will be reimbursed for the damage or the damage removal yet. I went from being financially okay to just vomiting money, and it's not over yet.
On top of that, my doctor switched me back to the synthetic thyroid hormone, and I'm not sure how my body's going to react to that. I'm right back to the beginning of things, being fat, broke, and stressed out. The school year starts in three weeks. I'm going to have to start a brand new job position with a big goofy boot on my foot. And they're all gonna laugh at me when they find out that it was because I dropped a weight on my foot at the gym.
Moral of the story: don't push yourself past your limits when exercising, and check your sump pump during a storm.