6 stickers... none of them banana-shaped...

I'm feeling generally angry and sorry for myself so I haven't bothered to write lately... believe me, I've composed entries in my head (most of them laden with profanity, of course.) So I'll try to avoid the pity party I've been trying to throw myself and will skip on to the interesting bits.

I have completed my study of the 8 Les Mills 'Body Classes' and can now rank them as follows:

1. Combat - yay for pent-up aggression release!
2. Pump - not a lot to screw up. Barbell go up, barbell go down
3. RPM - once again, not a lot to screw up. Pedal fast, pedal slow
4. Vive - doesn't really do it for me, but not as easy to screw up as the rest on the list.
5. Jam - like Step... without the step. How easy it is to undertstand depends on the instructor.
6. Attack - eh, just aerobics. Nothing special.
7. Flow - yoga can suck it
8. Step - no. just no.

Hendrick is also having something called "Summer Shape up" where if you go to a class, you get a sticker. Everyone's names are out in the lobby on a several big bits of board just like in school. You put your sticker by your name and if you get 40 stickers in 10 weeks you get a t-shirt. This is right up my alley. Unfortunately, I am now officially in Physical Therapy for my knees so it's getting harder to cram in a class as well as PT (and after today's PT and then Jam class, I could probably say it's also unwise, but I WANT MY FRIGGING T-SHIRT!)

Today, I have six stickers.

Today was also trip 2 of 9 to PT. I do activities and then I get rubbed with a sonogram doo-dad & wrapped in giant inflatable ice packs. Today's interesting activity was basically scooting around a carpeted floor on a wheeled stool for 5 minutes -- forward and backward, forward and backward. Sounds funny? I dare you to try it and not sweat.

The diagnosis I've waited my whole life for: patellar tendinitis. Its extremely ironic name (for me at least)? "Jumper's Knee." I was hoping I could just get a knee replacement or two and then *boom* no pain. No such luck. No real surgery to treat it. Just ice packs and Ibuprofen and do some exercises... that I was doing anyway. Bleck. All I know is that I hurt more. A lot more. And I don't see how doing exercise is going to fix that when it's the chief cause. I'm not saying I'm stopping... no. I'm just saying I'm angry... but that's part of the pity party I'm not allowed to have right now. So I guess that's that for now...