The Damned Gym. Again.

March 3, 2010

Bunny has been having some problems with her knee. About a week ago, it decided to start generating fluid.

Swollen knees and ankles is not a feeling Bunny enjoys. And, since she couldn’t connect it to any specific event, her hypochondria kicked in. As more and more hideous maladies hopped in and out of her fertile imagination, she decided to pay a visit to her friendly neighborhood orthopedist.

She thought about going to her regular doctor, but decided on the orthopedist based on very logical and scientific reasoning. Her orthopedist wouldn’t weigh her.

Bunny’s diagnosis was a garden-variety inflammation, caused by any combination of new shoes, a lot of walking on her vacation, her weight (doctors always have to bring it back to that!), weak knees, an unidentified injury, Obama’s health care plan, the California budgetary crisis, and the coming of the vernal equinox.

At the orthopedist’s behest, she went to physical therapy, where the nice man advised her that she has insufficient strength in her knees (and pretty much everywhere else). She was not surprised.

He prescribed a course of exercises.

Guess where she has to do them?

Yep, you guessed it.

Bunny’s going back to her favorite place.

The Damned Gym.

Bunny does not like going to the gym. Her favorite exercise is Gym Avoidance.

We’ve been through this before. Last time it was the other knee. As a lazy woman of a certain age who is overweight and uses her gym membership approximately once per millenium, of COURSE she has some issues with her knees. They’re working really hard. Who can blame them for complaining once in a while?

Bunny is scheduled to report back to therapy in two weeks. In the interim, her assignment is to hit the gym and do a very specific course of exercises. She is to try very hard to do this seven times.

That’s every other day. Ugh.

The routine starts with ten minutes on the recumbent bike, followed by one set of six exercises (15 reps each) designed to strengthen the areas that directly affect her injured knee. Then ten more minutes on the bike. After two sessions, she is to up it to two sets. After two more sessions, it goes to three sets.

An injured knee. Ice, she thought. Advil. Rest. Perhaps elevation. Maybe a nice massage?

What did she get?

The gym. Ugh.

OK, let’s see how this goes.

2 Responses to “The Damned Gym. Again.”

  1. annod44 Says:

    Poor Bunny gyms are nasty torture chambers invented by sadists. I know this might sound absurd but have you thought about joining a running club, I have some friends who have joined and they are not as insane as I always imagined they would be. They really set realistic goals and mix running with walking to build you up. If you get in with a good group the social aspect can keep you goin back for more. Ends up not all runners are skinny lanky people, they like coffee shops and brunches.

    • bmarisol Says:

      Hadn’t thought about running clubs, but it sounds interesting. We think we’d better wait until Bunny’s buns shrink a bit more, so her knees don’t take so much of a beating. Sounds very social. Thanks!

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