I Don't Like Pain - it Hurts Me

Kirsten and I joined Bally's couple of years ago - right after we bought our house in South City, actually. We joined because at the time I worked at Washington University (still do), and she worked in Creve Coeur. The Clayton location of Bally's was basically equidistant to both her job and our home, and convenient for me, and so it made good sense to join there.

Last year, in all the to-do with getting married, Kirsten just basically stopped going. I've managed to go a couple of times a week since we joined, so it's not as if we're totally wasting our money, but we haven't really been getting our money's worth out of the membership, either.

Kirsten, despite her lack of motivation, agreed to go back to the gym if we could go for classes, because she knew she'd feel more inclined to go if we had to reserve spots in classes than if we just worked with free weights and machines.

So on Monday we went back - me for the first time in like a week, she for the first time in nearly a year. We were hoping to get into a yoga class (read: she was hoping to get into a yoga class and I was hoping to get her to go back and so would agree to just about anything that wasn't a prostate exam), but that wasn't offered that night. Instead, we took a spinning class. At the time, it didn't seem so bad.

Now, though....augh.

I can honestly say that I have never been in this much discomfort after a workout before in just one area. I've been sore before, sure. I've hurt, yeah, no doubt. But right now my calves are cramping basically all of the time (and have been all day). They hurt so much that when I stand up and lengthen the muscle (because my toes and heels are now level), I have to crouch a little to shorten the muscle again. This is quite possibly the worst experience of my life. I'd rather have a bot fly infestation in my nostrils than deal with this pain.

We're going back on Monday.