Well that sucked. I was not even a full four minutes into the treadmill when I felt a pop followed by a searing pain in my calf. I started punching the stop button while yelling f-bombs. It’s remarkable how much attention someone can get while yelping in pain.
So I’m now sitting in the change room with an ice pack wondering how I’m getting to work. The good news is that I work in a hospital and that is also where I use the gym. The bad news is that patient porters aren’t really here to get me to my job in IMIT.
Well. That didn’t go as planned. Also good to know that when the chips are down I swear like a sailor.
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