Due to a little extra focus on the glutes during a workout last week (all part of 2016's "transform flat white-girl butt" initiative), I had an extremely sore posterior. As I do when this happens, I decided to take a nice, long soak in the tub when I got home from the gym.
And it was delightful. My muscles felt better, I warmed up, I relaxed...it was everything I had hoped.
Until my bath was over and I attempted to exit the tub.
I put my hand on the side of the tub to balance myself but because there was a lot of water on the edge, my hand immediately slipped out from under me. And somehow (though I'm still not exactly sure of the physics here), the side of my head followed and slammed into the porcelain.
It hurt. A lot. And if that was not humiliating and painful enough...my ear started bleeding.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I did both. And after my husband consoled me and determined there were no serious injuries, he gently suggested that I wear a helmet during all future soaks.
Embarrassing as it was, I decided the story must be shared with my trainer at our next session because, frankly...a funny story is a funny story, even if it makes me look like a complete idiot...also I pretty much consider this to be all his fault.
As I began recounting the saga, I laughed so hard I could not finish the story, and then during every exercise I did for the rest of the hour, no matter how hard I tried to focus, I burst into laughter.
In fact, I laughed so much my abs were sore after the workout.
And even though I really wanted one, I decided to play it safe and skip the bath in favor of taking some Aleve.
Don't worry -- I put the helmet on first.