You know how here at Hogwarts we push physical training (PT) as a bulwark for personal resiliency when the grid goes down. In addition to getting strong and fit, it’s also a great way to minimize or mitigate injuries.
We’ve also read musings from guys who PT a lot (Mosby, Max) as well as masters of strength training (Rippetoe, Wendler, et al) to train hard but not let your ego get in the way of your ability lest you do something dumb and hurt yourself.
Well, yours truly took a little break from weightlifting for about five weeks and decided to hit the stack with the full force and ferocity of my last workout before the break and managed to bulge a disc and add an annular tear to the disc membrane in the process. Barbell rows were the culprit and it was a classic presentation of a “pop” as I was setting down a rep followed by collapsing on the floor in agony. Worse, I already had a gimpy lower back from a bad hand at the genetics poker table, and I knew I needed to be mindful of it all the time. I knew I needed to be mindful of it all the time.
So instead of lifting for the last couple of weeks, I have been rotating between narcotic hazes and lightning bolts of hateful pain shooting down my leg. I have now been cleared to go on windy walks at low speed with no ruck or anything cool attached. I did some planks and that felt good, but I miss my front squats. Bad.
I am grateful because it can always be worse. The grid is up. I can get good medical care. I can still walk. My wife still loves me. My dogs do, too.
The bitch of it is that I knew I should have lifted light a few workouts and built back to heavy.
I am now less resilient, and for a while, able to do less. I should probably dress up like Richard Simmons during my rehab PT as further punishment.
Self-inflicted stupidity smarts the hardest. Don’t be like me.