First there was Podium Boy and the freak golf cart accident that led to damaged ligaments in the foot. Out for six weeks.
Then there was Euro Boy and the freak cylocross world championships fall down and seperate the shoulder incident. Out for six weeks.
That's when I started to worry that something was going to happen to me. I knew it was coming, but I just didn't know when. Would it be snowboarding this past weekend in Winter Park? Nope. Would it be driving over Berthud pass on the icy roads? Nope.
Well it finally came while working out on Monday. Third set of squats on the 8th rep and I felt a twinge in my lower back. Yikes! Later that night I can barely walk. Went to the back cracker yesterday. Some ice and Ibuporfen have me on the mend. Should be back in the game next week.
2 comments:
tweaking your back while squatting 45 pounds doesn't count as the final installment in the trilogy. you'll need to sever your scrotum in a freak leg shaving accident in the shower to be a part of the podium/euro boy club.
Podium boy, is that you? I thought you'd be out of the anger phase by now. Don't worry, you've only got five more weeks left...
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