Another chapter in my bold exciting life has just…. ended.
Woke up this morning at 3am to a massively dull ache in my lower back.
This… is not good.
Ever since I had my ankle fused ‘way back when (2012), I comforted myself with the fact, I could always strength train.
Even though I could no longer:
- Jog
- Martial Arts-ize
I could *still* become one with the iron!
Oh, ’twas glorious it was. Back in my peak (gosh, I sound like my grandmother!), I could:
- Arm-curl 40 pounds
- Pull down 150 pounds
- Leg press 220 pounds
‘Course, that was back before the earth’s crust cooled, probably around the time dinosaurs evolved into Barney.
Like so.
But I digress.
So! During the past year of Planet-fitnessizing….
I’ve accepted the sad truth that 110 pounds was the most I could pull down.
Until last week around this time….
When I had a similar lower body ache.
I dropped the weight a bit…..
And yesterday, decided to start increasing again at 90 pounds.
Enter today’s troublesome pain.
When I go light with pulldowns….
No pain the next day.
Heavy…. and yep.
Pain.
I’m past the age of embracing pain (Marching band in the 1980s – Pain Is Fun! Hell no! Although this sure was:
But I digress. And no, that’s not from my highschool but yes… in highschool, I did participate in that. Ah, memories!
Where was I?
Ah yes. Pain is NOT fun… pain at my age is a wakeup call of NOT to continue bashing my head against a wall simply because it feels so darned good when I stop!
Wah.
I’m getting old.
My body is getting old.
Wah.
So, it’s time to modify stuff again…
No more ‘go heavy’ days.
And you know something….
It’s something to mourn.
But these things happen….
And I’m grateful for what I still possess.
Your takeaway?
When life happens, deal with it.
Decide whether to accept your situation or change it….
But deal with it.
And make the future grand.
Grow strong,
Mama Bear
