It's Official - I'm An Athlete

One week ago Monday, I became an athlete (so says my trainer).  I endured that rite of passage that anyone who answers to "athlete" must endure.  Did I complete my first 5K?  No.   Did I win a medal?  No.

I pulled a groin muscle. 

But here is the best part, how I actually pulled said groin muscle was about as non-atheltic as you can get.  I wasn't running or jumping.  I wasn't lifting weights.  What *was* I doing?  

Sitting in a chair.  At choir rehearsal.

Go ahead and laugh.  Trust me, I did too.  It is funny.  I went to cross my left leg over my right, and realized I couldn't lift it.  Try as I might, I simply could not lift my leg no matter how hard I willed it (c'mon - you can do it, just lift and cross .... AGH!).  It wasn't until I actually stood up and tried to walk that I realized it was injured.

I used to hear about people who pulled a groin muscle and couldn't understand what the big deal was.  I had pulled muscles before, and even though it hurt I could still function.  Let me tell you about a pulled goin muscle - it freakin' HURTS!  I swear I couldn't lift my left leg for 3 full days.  I limped around, winced anytime I had to step up for or step down from a curb (or stairs).  I sat with an ice pack on my upper thigh for 4 evenings in a row.  Really threw off my routine of exercise.  

Thankfully it's all better now and I can get back into my regular exercise plan.  Of course now I have the title of "athlete" to help motivate me to work even harder.

Stay positive.  Do your best.  Be happy.