Return of the Clutz: Boot Camp Reaches a Bitter End

I can’t say I’m going to miss the 4:55 wake up call, but I’m sorely disappointed to end my boot camp experience early. You see, I did what I so often do: I managed to injure myself to the point that I’m out of commission for the next four weeks.

Yes, I went over to the neighbor’s house to collect Her Majesty and took off my shoes upon entering. Unfortunately, I’d been wearing fuzzy socks because I didn’t want to turn on the heat. Those fuzzy socks did not go well with my neighbor’s hardwood stairs and I bounced down half the staircase, flailing and unable to stop myself.

The good news is that I missed kidneys, nerves, and bones. The bad news is that I did some hefty damage to the soft tissue—enough to require anti-inflammatory medicine and muscle relaxers for how my back is stressed from all of the creative ways I’ve been sitting and sleeping in order to not put pressure on the massive bruise.

It’s so frustrating.

I had finally brought my body up to a level of conditioning that was going to serve me well as a spring-board for my half-marathon training. I had finally lost another half pound bringing me down to three and a half on the year, my biggest loss thus far. Now I have to focus on dieting, the part I absolutely hate. I did talk the doctor into being able to attempt brisk walks and/or water aerobics in a week, but I am officially on the DL.

The last time I injured myself this badly, it was the top of my foot, and the doctor told me no exercising for 12-18 weeks. That was the beginning of the end of my 30 pound loss. I’m within 15 pounds of where I started before that journey.

Okay. I’m buckling down. Dates on the calendar and reminders for patience with my apparently unbalanced and uncooperative body. Tomorrow—actually today as you’re reading this—time to dig out the old food diary and find what worked. Time to drag my exhausted self to the grocery store to properly stock the cabinets—at least it’s payday. Maybe I should Google a hypnotist to convince me of how much I love salad and broiled fish. While he’s at it, he can find a way to make me hate red wine, chocolate, and frozen Coke.

The worse part? I hate the feeling of not being able to finish what I started. I was already one of the slowest, weakest people in the group, but I could live with that because I was up, I was trying, and I was getting faster and stronger. But now? I’m that chick who ditched the class because she “supposedly” fell down a flight of stairs. On her butt.

But c’est la vie. At least you can look forward to my future adventures in water aerobics….

The results? In basically two weeks of boot camp, I lost 3.5 pounds but gained a great deal of muscle. Measurement wise, I only lost a half inch on my chest and a half inch on the fattest part of my belly. (I usually measure neck, bust, waist, belly, hips, bicep, and thigh). But as to conditioning, I made great strides in upping my reps of burpees, assisted push-ups, lunges, and triceps dips in addition to greater endurance while running. Basically, my biggest diet concession was forgoing alcohol. (-0.5 week/-3.5 year)

 

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13 Responses to “Return of the Clutz: Boot Camp Reaches a Bitter End”

  1. Anna Sugden says:

    Hugs, Sally – isn’t that always the way? I’m proud of you for sticking with it, though, for as long as you did and especially for making those early starts. I think that is excellent training for your half-marathon program. From what my step-d tells me, that is quite a jump and a commitment from 10k to half-marathon, so even though it got cut short, I’m sure you’ll find boot-camp was worthwhile.

    BTW both my step-d’s use a book they swear by for training for runs – everything from a 5k to a full marathon. If you’re interested, I’ll get the name of it for you.

    • Sally Kilpatrick says:

      Thanks, Anna, for the much needed hugs. And yes, please, to the training book–especially since I’ll essentially be back to square one by the time 4 weeks roll around. I’m already registered for my first 10k on July 4th, our locally famous Peachtree Roadrace. I was looking at running my first half-marathon either in late September or January 2013. It’s looking like the latter at this point.

      • Anna Sugden says:

        It’s called Running Made Easy by Susie Whalley.

        Both girls swear by it! They love the way it takes you in stages up to 5k, then 10k, then to a half-marathon. And they like being able to check off their progress along the way!

        • Sally Kilpatrick says:

          Awesome! Thank you! I’m going to start at the bottom and work my way up since I won’t want to reinjure myself.

  2. Pamela Mason says:

    OhOhSally!
    Hugs AND Cussin’!
    I feel your pain and know exactly where you’re at, to the tune of 65 lbs. I ran the 13 miles and checked it off my bucket list. The next time I ran, I tumbled down the street like a doodle bug…the whole time thinking “protect the feet, protect the knees…”
    The very next day I was seated and had the most awful toothache. I gutted it out for a year, but ultimately had to get a root canal.
    Take care of it and go do the water aerobics. I did them in Feb’y and believe me, she gives a good workout . I didn’t expect to sweat in a pool during the month of Feb’y, but I did.

    • Sally Kilpatrick says:

      Thanks for the hugs and the cussin, Pamela. And I’m glad to hear the water aerobics should do me some good. It’s been a long time since I’ve tried it. I was younger and thinner, so I’m thinking it should be far more of a challenge than I’m expecting.

      So sorry you went boom. I have that fear in the back of my mind since I have been known to simply fall over for no apparent reason while walking.

      And a root canal? Ugh. That beats my busted bum.

  3. Oh, Sally, so sorry to hear about your tumble. So glad you didn’t break anything or do more serious damage than you did. Just do what you can at this point and don’t berate yourself. Adapting to whatever the situation is that’s presented to us is one of the keys to finding long-term success, I think. Gentle hugs.

    • Sally Kilpatrick says:

      Thanks, Trish. Good point on adaptation. I’ve never been particularly good at that sport and have often joked that God made me a high school teacher in order to teach me how to fly by the seat of my pants. I should work on adapting, too! And thanks for the hugs–especially the gently ones. I picked Her Majesty up yesterday (she has strep, poor baby) and she dug her heel right into my bruise. I almost came out of my skin.

  4. Emily Sewell says:

    So sorry to hear that the tumble ended boot camp for you, Sally. A friend at work had to drop out of hers early, but she found other ways to carry on. I know you will too! You’ll make your goals! Hugs.

  5. Anju Gattani says:

    So sorry to hear this,
    Never having done a boot camp myself I can only say I’m even more impressed with you now and…. that you kept up! Changes in life (and plans) do happen – and happen to go wrong – but your positive attitude is a spin on the whole thing. Perhaps you will have to go back to your notes and dig up what worked last time… and I’m sure it will work again… and perhaps you’ll be able to write even more with all the recent success as a GH finalist.

    Weight loss is a game of balance (perhaps yesterday’s post might help?) and I’ve learned along the way… life is too. Keep smiling and shining… you bring out the sunshine in all of us!

    • Sally Kilpatrick says:

      Thanks, Anju! I’ll definitely have to go back and read your post. I’ve been sensing three words from the universe as of late: discipline, balance, harmony. So here’s another mention for balance. Come to think of it, disciple leads to balance which, of course, leads to harmony. Hmmmm….

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