Well shoot...

Well, folks, it's official.

I have a radial head fracture in my right elbow.

Damnit.

I have to take it easy for another week, then take it easy for another 4 weeks until it heals. My arm is in a sling most of the time, and I am on ibuprofen and ice throughout the day. Why, oh why didn't I put ice on it last week? It feels sooooo good!

I missed the game last night, and our last game is next Monday. I'm hoping to be able to play the fall season that starts the end of August. We'll see how I'm feeling.

I might try a pole class relying solely on my left arm next week. :) I should go jogging in the meantime.

battle wounds!!!

I had an interesting softball game on Monday. It was a really competitive game, and it was certainly coming up to the last inning for one of the teams to take the victory.

So, I was up to bat. I can't remember how many outs we had. I'll say we had two outs; that makes the story sound a little more heroic. :)

I hit the ball toward short stop, not a strong hit, really. So I ran HARD, as hard as I could. Is I got to first base, I knew the ball was coming, that it was going to be very very close. So I pushed harder. And collided with the first baseman.

I swear I hit a brick wall. Spectators said I rolled twice. I don't remember. I just remember thinking, mid-air, "fall like a pro, Alison...tuck and roll!" Yet I still braced my fall with my right wrist, then I hit the ground hard on my right side, mostly the elbow, and somewhere along the way hit my left knee and left quad. There's a little scratch on my right knee too.

When I stopped rolling around, I was on my knees, and my right arm hurt, bad. I bent down and tears started coming out of my eyes. One of the guys on my team rushed over and asked me if I was okay. I think I said no, or that I wasn't sure. So, I walked over to the base and started crying some more. My mouth was full of rocks and dirt, crunching into my teeth as I chewed on the gum I had in my mouth.

The same guy asked if I wanted someone to run for me, and we only had 5 girls there, so there wasn't really the room to have someone else run in my place. I rinsed my mouth out and stayed at first base, ready to run. It sucked.

I actually made it in to score, then got up to bat one more time before the inning was over. My right arm wouldn't bend enough and hurt so bad that I had to just hold it up with my left hand gripping the bat. I swung through the ball using mostly my left arm and whatever momentum I could muster. I don't even remember if I got on base, but it was a surprisingly decent hit.

We were back on the field, the end of the inning and the end of the game. I was so pissed about my arm hurting and not knowing how bad it was, I kept sporadically tearing up. None of the balls were hit or thrown to me, which was a very good thing. While standing in position at second base, I tried to do the arm motion of throwing a ball, though there was no ball in my hand. When I extended my arm at the point where I would release a ball, my elbow popped and hurt intensely.

The game ended. We won. :) I lost. Haha!

Two days later, my arm still hurts like crazy. It won't extend or bend all the way. It aches and holding it in a position that won't hurt is making my bicep and tricep muscles ache and my shoulder sore. And something is wrong with my wrist. When I rub my fingers over the bone, it sends an electric shock down my hand, into my pointer finger. It feels like there's swelling at/on the bone, so I hope it's not broken or cracked or something.

I can't lift anything. I can't do my hair, put makeup on, eat, brush my teeth, wipe my ass, or scratch my face with my right hand. All of this is left-handed, which is a little awkward! Washing my hair was a huge pain in the ass.

I got my shift at work today covered, and I really need my arm to feel good enough that I can work Friday and Saturday. I can't afford to be unable to work.

All I can say is:

Thank goodness I wasn't out.

and

Thank goodness we won the game.

I would have been upset to eat dirt for nothing.

Fitness Magazine Online

I love my subscription to the Fitness Magazine. I'll be honest, though; I usually read the articles and then forget all about it. Fortunately, they send emails, too. :) I gave my sister a gift subscription, and she loves following their work out plans and suggested I give one/them a try. So, here's what's on the latest email. I need to find my printer cable so I can put up a reminder of whichever workout I decide to use!

Fitness Magazine Online

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(I thought it would actually post a clip of the regular post I read, or at least bullet point the work outs, so click on the link to see more info.)

burden of the body

As long as you are subject
To a life bound by force of habit,
You are not free from the
Burden of the body.

- Kuei-Shan (771-854)


I went to pole class this morning!! I can see that my body has relaxed into a less-fit shape. The clothes I wear to pole classes are clinging a little more. Bummer. But, fortunately, as I keep going to classes, I will start trimming this junk off of my hips and everywhere else. My friend Brittany went to class with me. It was her first, and I am so excited to have a buddy to go to classes with me!

As far as the quote, this one was perfect for today. I am reading Siddartha by Herman Hesse, and the combination of that book, the quote, and what's going on in my life is making me very aware of the great opportunity I have, RIGHT NOW, to change my habits and become more free of the burden of my body, as well as the burden of my emotional, and relationship habits.

I'm looking forward to what the next phase of my life will bring. :)

Wait for it...Wait for it...

I didn't go to my pole class tonight. I have a few excuses up my sleeve, but excuses are like butt holes. Everyone has them, and they all stink. :)

My next scheduled class is Tuesday morning. My goal is to get my ass out of bed and make it to the class. I need to be smart about paying $116 a month to work out.

Softball tomorrow night...let's see if I can stay at #1 batting average this week. :) Seriously, this surprises the crap out of me. I was one of the weakest batters in fast pitch softball during my high school years. I guess I just need more time to swing.

Wow.

I can apply that to a lot of things in my life...

I do

Okay, I need to step up the commitment.

My weight loss over the last 7 weeks has been due to the unknown. Well, at first the pole classes were helping out, but for the last 3 weeks, I haven't been to a pole class. So I'm not sure why I've lost weight. I don't think my eating habits have changed at all.

I'm going to quit being a weenie and get back to 4 pole classes a week plus my softball games on Mondays...starting with the hardest of all of my pole classes that is tomorrow night. Diana is ruthless. I'm crossing my fingers that she doesn't bring up superman push-ups. Uck.

I will make good choices when we go grocery shopping for next week. Patrick can eat what he's going to eat. I need to bring more veggies to the table. And somehow Diet Coke snuck into my diet. How dumb is that? No more bubbly drinks. Or nasty chemicals. :)

The next several weight updates need to be grounded, solid, and earned.

****P.S. I'm #1 of the women in our co-ed league for batting average! How freaking awesome is that?!?!****

Slowly creeping down...

...the scale, that is. :)

I've been losing 1 lb a week for the last 2-3 weeks. I attribute this to pole classes and lots of stress. Hopefully the stress is being better managed (time will tell), and hopefully that doesn't result in weight gain. I'm weird - sometimes when I'm stressed and depressed, I'm a huge eater. And on the other hand, sometimes I totally lose my appetite. So, it's hard to predict what's going to happen.

I haven't been to pole classes for about a week, though. Too much crap going on in life. I'm planning on going to the Cardio Cabaret class tomorrow morning. That class always kicks my butt.

Brandi, you totally make me want to get out and start running. I'd be freaking excited to do a 5K! (and not die) Yet, I just can't find enough desire to put on my running shoes and go outside! There's even a perfect park to run around right by me. What helps people to make the initial jump (or first stride, if you will) into running??