I seriously must have a few screws loose. I know I'm no spring chicken, but hey, at 49 I can keep up with the best of them. I still run a few times a week. And I can walk for hours. Some days I go on 'Forest Gump' walks where I just go and go and go and decide I'm done. So I walk back home. LOL (See the Forest Gump reference now?)
I also experience major bursts of energy. They don't usually last all that long, but when I do get them, it's usually in the morning and while I'm at home. Most of the time, I bounce over to our surround sound and crank up some club music, then I dance around the house in really bad hip hop form. Some days I grab my sneakers and go for a few sprints. I'm sure my neighbors think I have some kind of mental illness. But point here is, when I get these bursts, I try to take advantage of them and do silly things to expel the energy.
That brings me to why I did what I did.
This past Monday, while getting my son ready for school, I had one of my energy bursts. I began leaping through the air in my best ballerina impression. Tip toeing around the living room and into the kitchen. Waving my arms all around. My son is used to my silliness, so he just continues to eat his waffles.
As I'm dancing around, I'm running through my daily mental checklist of everything that needs to go into his back pack. It was almost time to leave for the bus stop. So, I leaned down to pick up his shoes. Still keeping in my pretend-ballerina form, I through my right leg up towards the ceiling into a standing split. Now, just to be clear, I'm no ballerina. Not even close. Never had a lesson and of course I wasn't doing anything to before this to warm or stretch these muscles. Yeah. This didn't stop me from attempting this fancy split move. (For more of a visual image, see the bottom left position on the image below. Except. Mine didn't look anything close to that.)
As I threw my leg up, I heard a POP! I immediately collapsed to the floor. Laughing. My son rushes over to me to ask if I'm ok. I'm still laughing, but 'owing' at the same time.
Yes, I was in pain, but I can't help but laugh at my stupidity some times.
Seriously! What was I thinking?? Remember that part about NEVER being in ballet and knowing what I was doing? Yup.
Clearly I know at this point I must've pulled, stretch or torn a muscle in my hamstring. I had to limp my way down to the bus stop that morning. By the next morning I could walk a little bit better. Today I only feel it when I sit down. Its so nice to have a physical reminder of my foolishness. Ugh.
Luckily today I see my masseuse. Hoping he can work his magic on this, but (no pun intended) we'll see.