This is a quick blog post today. I knew I would write about Scott working out with me – I just didn’t think he would end up with a back injury from the first warm-up move.
Me: Scott, I’m so excited you’re going to work out with me at Fusion! Burn with your boy!
Scott: I’m going to get my ass kicked, aren’t I?
Me: Are you scared of two women?
I flashback to yesterday’s workout.
Me: You’ll be fine.
Scott and I walked into Fusion. Men filled the lobby. They looked terrified.
Shauna: Hey, girl! Is this going to be a blog post?
Me: I already started taking video.
Scott found a familiar face, our friend, Erin.
Me: Hi, Erin!
Erin: Hey! I’m so glad you two came! You boys scared?
Me: Scott, let’s get our spot. It looks crowded already.
Scott and I walked in the studio.
Me: Looks like only the middle is available.
Scott: I don’t want to be in the middle! Everyone is staring at us!
Me: THAT’S WHAT I SAY TOO! I hate the middle. I feel like everyone is watching me. We’ll be ok. These guys don’t know what they’re doing either.
Scott and I put our mats down. Scott stretched while I put my sweatshirt and purse away. The class started.
Shauna: Welcome to Burn with Your Boy! I’m Shauna. Guys – I’m going to make you sweat. Let’s go.
Shauna led the class into the first move.
Shauna: Hook, hook. Squat. Hook! Good!
I looked over at Scott.
Scott: I don’t know what I’m doing!
Me: I don’t either. Just move.
Shauna: And 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – and one.
Shauna moved to the next move.
Scott walked out.
What the. Maybe he has to pee.
I finished the next set of moves and walked in the lobby.
Me: What happened? Too tough after one move!?
Scott stood completely still in the hallway.
Scott: My back went out. I can’t move.
Me: WHAT?! Do you need me to take you to the hospital?
Scott: My back was already sore before we got here. I heard it pop. It’s not as bad as last time but it’s bad.
Me: Here, I’ll get my stuff.
Scott: No, finish your workout. Maybe if I walk around it will be better. I can’t bend past this.
Scott tried to bend his waist.
Me: Well, maybe you can walk at JC Penney?
Scott: I’m going to try that. Go. Go workout. What time will it be done?
Me: 11:15. Are you sure? I don’t have to do this.
Scott: Just let me walk.
Me: Ok, text me if you need me.
I went back and finished the class. I left immediately and called Scott.
Me: Where are you?
Scott: Truck. I barely made it.
Me: You should have texted me! Did you walk at JC Penney?
Scott: Yeah for two minutes then I almost passed out.
Me: Jesus, Scott! I’m almost at the truck. Bye.
I opened the passenger door. Scott was flat on his back.
Me: Scott, do you need to go to the hospital? Or maybe we can get you into a doctor instead of ER.
Scott: Just take me home. They’ll only give me painkillers. It needs to heal on its own.
Me: Ok, let’s go home.
Scott: I’m sorry. I really want to do that class with you.
Me: I really wanted to write a blog post about this. It would have been hilarious.
Scott: Are you kidding me?
Me: You’re always gold, Scott. It’s not that kind of blog post, I guess.
I successfully drove him home without slamming on the brakes, helped him move slowly out of the car, and got him into the house. Moving from the truck to our house took 20 minutes. We finally got him to the couch. He is trying to get up to pee but he’s restricted to flat on his back.
I’m getting him a pee cup now.
Hoping tomorrow is better. A better Scott and a better blog post.
And don’t forget to buy my book, “But Did You Die?”