Day #35 of 20-minute challenge
Sunday, September 12, 2010
I’ve been doing it. I just haven’t been writing about it. It has become a habit to get up and at least walk around every 20 minutes.
The hardest challenge for me is to write a daily blog. I’ve finished other challenges with ease…it’s time for me to face my fears…LOL. Can I do it? I don’t know. I don’t usually tackle a challenge unless I know I can do it…LOL.
I admire those who can write daily blogs. I log in every day (that I am able), track my nutrition and my fitness, but writing a daily blog is something that eludes me.
Since I last blogged, I went to the Zumba convention in Orlando. It was educational, energizing and I spent too much money at the Zumbawear store…lol.
DH and I went to San Diego on Thursday, with the intent of staying until today. We brought our bicycles and we were going to ride around Mission Bay and do a lot of walking. Friday morning we walked around the marina in Chula Vista (our neighbors let us stay at their place in Chula Vista…it’s where they go to get out of the heat in the desert.) Then we got our bikes and began a nice ride around Mission Bay. I suddenly realized that hubby was way ahead of me, but I was thinking how nice the scenery was and that it was a lot nicer than Pacific Beach, where we usually go.
It got a little congested where I was at that moment, and I looked back and discovered that I was close to the edge of where the concrete pathway meets the sandy beach and I panicked. I haven’t fallen off my bike since I was a kid. If I would have just turned into the sand, I probably would have been all right. But I tried to stop and ended up falling off and hurting myself. And of course, hubby was nowhere in sight. My left shin is scraped and pretty sore. I have to teach Zumba Gold tomorrow morning and I am hoping that it will be healed by then. It was embarrassing. Talk about klutzy.
I learned a few things that day:
1) Always carry ice packs
2) Do not panic
We ended up coming home that night. I was willing to stay, but hubby convinced me that we should go home. Which was probably for the best because my leg hasn’t gotten any better, and it may have gotten worse if I would have kept walking and riding. I think he was afraid that we would end up sitting around, and he would rather be at home if that’s what we were going to do...LOL.
So he is bummed and depressed because that was going to be his little vacation get-away. All I can think about is HEAL…HEAL…HEAL…LOL.