Or maybe you fell down and broke your crown, or alligators and brain-eating amoebas have infested the swimming pool at the local Y, or your favorite Zumba teacher just converted to a religion in which ass-shaking is strictly prohibited.
What happens when you are forced to switch to an entirely new way of exercising? Some people quit, that's one option. Others figure out a way to suck it up and forge on ahead.
Cranky Fitness regulars know that I've written this same "take lemons and make lemonade" post 90 bazillion times before. Whatever! When life stops with the lemonning, I'll shut up about the lemonade.
So what recent trauma inspired these latest musings on how to deal with messed up workout routines?
