Torn

No, not the Natalie Imbruglia song. My calf muscle.

Yes, I've been cooped up at home since. No walking about on my bad leg until it heals properly. How did this happen? Well, I decided to be brave this year so I put away my fears in cold storage and went took up diving with Billy. We took up an open water diving course and man was I scared!

Diving was my two greatest fears combined. Big fishies and drowning. Long story short, I made it! I managed to see the beauty of the deep and now I wish I took it up earlier on in life. I passed all my drills without drowning but on the last leisure dive, right before I jumped in, I felt a pull in my left calf the moment I lifted my right leg to jump into the water. That split second hesitation placed my body weight + the whole scuba gear getup + the air tank + my weight belt bearing 5x2lbs weights [because of my buoyant body fats!] all onto that weakling of a left calf. It felt like a cramp, a bad one... so after a little massage from the instructor, I proceeded to dive to a depth of 15.2m. All with a torn calf muscle. It hurt but I pressed on and it wasn't until I tried to get back onto the boat did I realise the severity of the tear.

I had to remove all my gear while still in the water cos I couldn't get up the ladder. They guys on the boat practically had to haul me out of the water. Incoming Whale!!! I was so embarrassed... but stuff it, I'm just happy I didn't see a shark or drown. Now I'm stuck at home nursing my calf, I had exams over the weekend and I'm turning into a fat blob thanks to not being able to do yoga or run... I wonder what exercises I can do to make myself less of a porker. JY