We've well established that I have a 57% chance of surviving a zombie apocalypse and a mere 1min and 23 seconds of life in the vacuum of space. My survival stats could greatly benefit from a regular exercise routine. I know this. Truly I do. But never has the point been made more clear than today.
For today I pulled my hamstring. Not badly, but enough to smart with every step. A lot of people pull their hamstrings. Said people are usually doing more strenuous activities such as jogging, mountain climbing, or rescuing small children from burning houses. But not me.
I strained my hamstring while vacuuming.*
No, seriously. I was vacuuming.
Add to that fact that my house is probably about 80% tile. I only regularly vacuum the bedroom, which has roughly 120 square feet of carpet, half of which is covered with furniture.
And yet, I managed to pull my hamstring while vacuuming.
I think maybe it's time to dust off that yoga mat and put it to some desperately needed use. I took no pleasure limping into work today and having to answer my coworkers's concerns with the truth...which, of course, I didn't. I lied and told them it happened while mountain climbing.
* If your first reaction to reading that line was "Oh my God! You were actually doing housework?" then I owe you a beer. For the LOLs, of course.
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You owe me a beer.
How in hell do you "pull" a hamstring while "pushing" a vacuum? Or do you vacuum walking backwards... to revel in what you've done?
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