A slight detour....

So, there I was day 2, fighting every urge to pick up some sort of food...any thing really... I had a long day at work (5:30am-6:30pm with a two hour break at lunch time).  Jonathan and I ran to Fresh Market on my break to grab more fruits and went to his house to juice lunch and dinner.  I was super tired and, honestly, feeling a little defeated.  The middle of the day seems to be hardest for me.  All I wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep. I went back to work anyway (of course, because that is what we do).  I finished my afternoon of private Pilates sessions and then got ready to teach Medicine Ball and Cycling.  Med Ball went well so I grabbed my water bottle and cycling shoes and proceeded to teach cycling class. The class was full of eager to succeed Red's members and we were pedaling along, then it happened... Something that I can only explain to be a huge cramp in my back.  A shooting pain so intense that it literally took my breath away. I kept going. What?!?! Do you really think I could stop? Im the stinkin' teacher! Now, I know better... I do. I know that if you're injured you need to stop. I am fully aware of the difference between being injured and just needing to stretch or fight through. I fought the idea the entire class (which was probably another 30 mins or so)... I just kept thinking what if its just a little cramp and I stop the class for nothing! I just can't do that. So, against my better judgement, I kept going. Boy, did I regret that immediately when I got off the bike.  I couldn't move. One of my friends, Serena, was luckily taking the class and noticed my discomfort.  She helped me get to the sound room and lie on the floor... All I kept thinking was I have to teach Pilates Bootcamp in a few minutes. So, pathetically, I make my way over to the Pilates Equipment room. By the time I reached the door, I couldn't walk and could barely stand up.  An entire Red's crew (even Red himself!) came rolling in with medic bags and everything! Nothing would relax it or make it feel any better.  The pain just continued to increase.  We all agreed that the cold plunge pool would be beneficial except it was aaallllll the way downstairs! It felt as though it was a marathon away! So, very dramatically four s†rapping, hercules type men carried me in a wheelchair down the two flights of stairs and into the freezing plunge pool. Between you and I, that was kinda fun :) Anyway, as anyone who's been in a cold plunge pool knows, its quite miserable for the first two or three minutes. I was in so much pain that they had to lower me into the pool and so they did...very quickly and all the way up to my chest! AHHHHH!!!!!! It was freezing! Anyone who's been inside a cold plunge knows how miserable it is for the first few minutes, anything after your body goes numb.  After fifteen minutes of the cold plunge, I was brought home bundled up with blankets, pillows and medication. Surprisingly, I was able to sleep.  I was so tired, I didn't move all night. Needless to say, it was a very dramatic, draining, detoxing day...Not my best day ever...