Ugh! 71 days in, and I snapped something. The whole right side of my chest is in a state of ouchi-ness, and it's creeping into my neck. What the heck did I do? I really don't know, but I'm going to be okay. I hope. It's frustrating, though. Not so much that I have to deal with the pain but because I would like to think I'm smart enough to not hurt myself at this point in the game. It was during a push-up set. The James Bond one. They're officially called "Dive Bombers," and in going down, I heard a pop and a rush of pain. Frustrating!
I'm glad tomorrow's plyo. I can work around a chest injury pretty easily in that one. We'll see about the rest of the week. I promise I won't push it, but I am also not quitting or taking a break. I'm way too close to the end for that!
My pal, Miss E, saw a backyard with shelves yesterday on her run! I am excited about that. She said there were no boxes on them, so I'm left to conclude that there are people in that house who have not been properly trained in the art of backyard-box-lifting-to-the-shelves. It really is a skill that requires much training.
Day 71: Brought.
I made a point to walk by the yard in question this morning. No shelves OR boxes - which leads me to believe that they were organizing their garage or something. Either way, I sincerely hope they were using good form when lifting and twisting!
ReplyDeleteWell, since you didn't see any people prostrate in the backyard, I think they might have done correct lifting.
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