The Dangers of Working Out

Most of you know I've been fighting the battle of the bulge.  As with any battle, this one is fraught with danger.

I anticipated sore muscles and knees.

I already had a run in with my PSVT.

I've dealt with muscle cramps.

And foot cramps, which are the worst!

But I never anticipated that this little jobby would get the best of me...

It's just a little resistance band and while I've worried about them breaking, I know they're unbelievably strong and that I'm not BA enough to snap one.

Last night, I was working with my trainer and we had the resistance band looped around a pole.  He had me facing away from the pole with one handle in each hand so the band was behind me.

So far, so good.

Now my trainer has me figured out.  If I get to throw something, or punch something, or do anything to improve my shooting muscles I'm in.  The exercise was to step forward with one foot and extend the arm on the same side, like I was throwing a hook to someone's jaw.  Of course, I was good with that.

I took my position, stepped forward and threw a right hook with the resistance band in my hand.  Apparently, I didn't have my elbow up high enough though because the resistance band came up over my shoulder instead of passing underneath my arm.  Since I threw my right hook and really put my body into it, my ponytail swung with the momentum.

And that's about when thing went south quickly.

My ponytail swung around my right shoulder, right about where the resistance band ended up since my elbow was too low.

I completed my punch and relaxed back into the starting position.  Well, I tried to relax.  Once the tension on the band was released, it grabbed my ponytail and rolled it up like a roll up sunshade.

I felt the pull on my scalp and realized what had happened and froze.

"Um...release it...releaseit...release..." I practically begged my trainer.

At first, he had no idea what I was talking about.  And then he stepped to my side and saw my hair wound around the band.  I still couldn't move.  If I let go of the band, it would have wound my hair up even tighter.  I tried reaching forward again and only succeeded in pulling my hair more.

He sputtered a bit and fumbled around trying to figure out how to get my hair unwound from the devil band. I'm pretty sure I heard him muttering about a job description. I couldn't do anything to help since the mess was behind me and my arms don't bend that way.  Eventually, he was able to take the band away from me and carefully unwind it from my ponytail before we both lost it.

I'm pretty sure that my abs got more of a workout from laughing than from any of the other exercises he had me do after that.

And sadly, that's not the only time my long hair has caused me discomfort...