I was asked by a physical therapist for a very detailed injury history recently in preparation for a treatment.
I was truly shocked at how little I gave a shit about my personal well-being.
The list included
One broken toe
A broken foot
Broken left leg
Right leg broken twice
Hospitalised after kick to the hip
Broken back, two vertebrae
Burst right eardrum, three times
Countless muscle spasms, ligament tears, cuts and deep bruising
All injuries were sustained between the ages of 18 and 30, practicing my competitive sport.
At 30, I left my sport behind and CrossFit goes from my strength and conditioning program to my full time focus.
In the six years since…
Back spasm flares up a couple of times a year when overload the system.
Shoulder pain from time to time. Again, when I overload the system.
Have had an elbow injury at one stage too if I remember correctly.
And CrossFit gets the reputation.
The mind boggles.
The most dangerous time in any recovery.
After a week of sickness, I woke up feeling brighter and a bit clearer today.
In I dove. Or is it dived?
Either way, getting shit done.
If I had a coach, she would tell me to stop now.
If I wake up tomorrow back where I started, I will go ballistic.
Time to call it a day I think.
Can’t think straight.
Not much to offer.
There’s always a silver lining if you look for one though.
Yeah, what a load of horse shit.
I’ve got nothing.
Work now, play later.
How far down the road do you kick that can?
After all, play is what life’s about.
Guilty sometimes of investing in the future at the expense of the present.
Seems like a good strategy, but then you hear about the guy who works relentlessly for 40 years to have his business collapse just as he plans to retire.
That scares me.
Letting life pass me by as I build for the “future”.
Like anything, there’s got to be a balance.
Play now, work later doesn’t seem to make much sense either.
I guess I’ve got to figure out how to work now, play now.
Every workout, I’m trying to bank something.
“What did I just achieve?”
Every session we do brings with it some loot.
Something that moves us forward.
Important to identify exactly what that thing was, then mentally bank it.
A lot of the time it’s simply coming through a struggle. Moments where things got tough and I didn’t quit.
Sure, I may have slowed down, or stopped for a rest.
But I didn’t quit.
Money in the bank.
Then there are the odd days when I do
quit. They are the ones that drive me nuts, and act as the fuel for the next workout.
Finally getting a run at training. Finally.
Crossing over to obsession.
It’s been a while too.
Way too long.
Feels so fucking good.
Back in that groove that feels so familiar.
I can see the progress and I want more.
Greedy, greedy, greedy.
More, more more.
In that weird altered mental state where everything just seems so fucking awesome.
Pumped. High 5’s after the warm up.
Yes, I’m that guy.