Well, it happened. Sadly, I knew it would, too. I had to stop in the middle of a workout to lay down, and then take a rest day to recover. Damn IT!
I didn’t actually get hurt, thankfully. I stopped just in time. My back has been sore for a week or two now, and I’ve been icing it daily. Right after a ring dip yesterday, it began to tingle and I knew that if I moved on to the deadlifts I would surely be sorry.
I laid down, iced the spot, then walked it off like a boss. Three miles, solo, right down the fucking street. Mind you, I was irritated and needed to be alone. I had a shit ton of energy, but no efficient way to expel it but walk. I threw in my head phones, turned up the Bassnectar station on Pandora and enjoyed the solitude. For three miles I contemplated the meaning of life, and steadily grew frustrated that my favorite songs could only be enjoyed with one of my five senses. When will someone invent a way to touch and taste music!?
So here I am today, resting. Grrrrrr. No, I’m not happy about it. Yes, I’ve been contemplating a workout all day. I’ve even thought of going to the gym just to see my friends. I have more energy then I know what to do with, and I just want to do a fucking squat clean damn it!
Desperate to be back to full potential by tomorrow, I took an ice bath.
Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me? I couldn’t help but totally hyperventilate when I submerged my entire body. That only lasted about a minute. Then I dunked my lower half a few times. Then I somehow managed to just get my back and arms under water with my legs up on the tub wall (use your imagination).
My legs feel great, but the back pain is still there. Going to visit the Chiro tomorrow, and ice more tonight before taking a (hot) soak in Epsom salts.
Health is precious. Cause when you can’t do something because of your physical limitations, it’ll drive you fucking mad. So, take care of yourself.