posted on Aug, 29 2018 @ 02:20 PM
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While that's a rather rhetorical question, here's a run down of my last year or so:
July 2017: Left shoulder surgery for rotator-cuff tear...turned out to be no tear, but the labrum needed some clean up. The recovery after this
was multiple months before I could get back into martial arts and resistance training, and nearly a full year before my shoulder was back to 100%.
January-ish 2018: Popped my left LCL, and while there was no major issue, it robbed me of a few months of martial arts training and running (and
comfortable walking every day) for a few months.
April 2018: Partial tear to my right calf muscle, and while I'm only 4.5 months out from that tear, it has healed relatively well, but certainly isn't
100% yet. This robbed me of a couple of months of martial arts, and I still haven't done a full leg workout because of it, although I had started
running short (1-mile) runs in the past few weeks trying to slowly get back into things.
August 24, 2018: Ruptured my left Achilles tendon while playing basketball with my son in the driveway, and have surgery scheduled tomorrow at 9:30
am. This will be yet another issue where it is an expected 12-month full recovery (although if things go smoothly, I'll start physical therapy four
You know, I have tried very hard in my life not to succumb to the lazy-ass American way of life where people just succumb to laziness and obesity. But
it seems like every time that I try and keep things going on a nice physical path, my body throws up its middle finger at me and laughs and hearty
It's very, very hard not to simply just give in and welcome the lazy lifestyle with open arms. I practice three martial arts and am an instructor in
one of them, and while I ponder a lazy lifestyle half in jest, it's just so damn frustrating that each time I bounce back a bit, I get another issue
thrown in my face. It's not like I'm out there powerlifting or hurting myself through obvious stupidity, here, I think that it's just a combination of
getting older (I'll be 40 next year) and just bad genetics (my dad gifted me his tight muscles/tendons/ligaments)...but dammit, just throw me a
frickin' bone here, life.
And the reality is that I've been consciously and purposefully scaling back the intensity with which I approach physical activity with age in mind,
and ever since then, I have been getting injured.
I highly recommend never rupturing (complete tear) your Achilles tendon. The best description of what it felt like is as if someone swung a baseball
bat as hard as they could directly into your Achilles tendon...but then your foot just kind of flops around afterward. But, it is what it is--9:30 AM
tomorrow morning, I'll be on the operating table.
My foot now:
My foot tomorrow:
edit on Wed Aug 29 2018 by DontTreadOnMe because: image unembedded....a bit too much