Wounded Warrior
Those of you who have been reading my blogs may know that I recently injured my shoulder. I was doing all the right things to heal myself - icing the injured area down; taking anti-inflammatory medication; avoiding heavy weights - all the good stuff. So what happens? This past weekend, while training for my upcoming bike ride, I fell off my bike and (you guessed it) onto my tender shoulder. Yeowww! Did it hurt? Mark me down for an emphatic "YES!" I don’t normally use foul language, but I did on Saturday. I went through all my known curse orders (in alphabetic order, of course). I didn’t think it was possible to hurt that much. You know you’re pretty severely injured when you open your mouth to scream, and all that emerges is a pathetic little whimper.
Luckily, I didn’t break bones. I did, however, strain and tear the ligaments holding my shoulder in place. My visit to the emergency room resulted in an X-ray, a cortisone shot (which hurt just as much as the initial fall), and a week-long dosage of Vicodin. (So maybe it wasn’t ALL bad.)
What this really means is that my three-month Rock-Hard Challenge is on hold for at least a week, and probably two. However, I plan to pick up exactly where I left off. My mother didn’t raise any quitters (except for my brother, and that wasn’t her fault). I’ll continue to post, but my workout tracker will be a lonely little critter until my shoulder heals sufficiently for me to lift the heavy iron again. (I can still do legs, though. Hmmm! That gives me an idea.)
At any rate, don’t cry for me, Bodybuilding Community. The truth is, I’m down, but not out. Out of the ashes of this tragedy, I will rise, like the Phoenix bird of legend, to blaze ever more brightly. (Boy, I do go on, don’t I? I blame the Vicodin. It’s making me a wee bit woozy.)
Until next time, fellow bodybuilders, I remain, as always, your brother in iron.
