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Heinous thigh trap!!

In my over-zealousness to look like - well, that girl in the photo would do - I pulled a groin muscle on the blasted hip adductor machine!! And if that wasn't bad enough, I applied some of this....
to the area and it spread too close to my lady business. YEOOOOW!!!  It seems funny five hours later, but it just goes to show you really do learn something new every day. Note to self.

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Cathy Hamilton said…
OK, that was probably TMI. Consider it a cautionary tale.
Marguerite said…
Dear Gussie, that must have been bad. Five hours?
Cathy Hamilton said…
Oh no, I meant five hours after it happened, it was funny. It didn't sting for five hours; only one.
Kim from Nebraska said…
Sorry to hear you're injured. So not fun.

My physical therapist HATES this kind of inner thigh machine for several reasons. 1. Women tend to put too much weight on the machine and get injured. 2. Women tend to spread their legs too wide on this, and get injured, esp. if they have put too much weight on the machine.

She says that if one is going to use this machine, don't set it to spread your legs wider than just beyond hip width (the pix would make her shudder) because the gains from using this machine are in the final 6-8 inches.

Because I had a muscle imbalance (one side way stronger than the other, which is common) she actually prescribed me to use a Suzanne Somers' type "thigh master" which was taped to not open so wide to strengthen my weaker side. Sorry to hear you've pulled a muscle.

A safer exercise is to lie on your side, stacked hips, drop the top leg behind to stabilize yourself, then lift the bottom leg up, keeping your ankle flexed (can you follow that?) Just as effective but much less chance of re-injury. You have to do a lot of reps, though, like 36 minimum.

Here's to quick recovery.
Cathy Hamilton said…
Kim, thanks. That all makes perfect sense. My instructions were "legs at 10 and 2" which, of course, is wider than hips distance if the clock in your mind is Big Ben.

I've done the last exercise you described, too. The problem was, I was doing way too much of everything in an effort to make up for lost workout time. I've been in denial about my age (physical limitations-wise) for too long. Lesson learned.

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