I had a weighted vest. I’ve since put it in my buddy Caleb’s hands where it gets some use. This is me trying weighted push-ups. I nailed the descent and got a very good look at the grass. And that was it. ½ a rep. There was no going up. I still logged it in my workout journal. This ill-conceived workout hurt my ego more than anything but, since then, I’ve crashed my road bike a couple of times, pulled a few muscles, and dropped a weight plate on my toe. That last one sounds minor maybe but I assure you it was the worst. I had to get a number of hot needle punctures into my toenail on two separate occasions to relieve the excruciating pressure of accumulating blood. Eventually the nail fell off and it took a year to grow back and look normal.
Exercise can be bad for you. It’s not a popular view and you won’t find many stories about this in Men’s Health. But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. The other morning I was taking a shower and I noticed MK on the other side of the glass. Looking in at me and crying. This is not the response I’m looking for when I’m naked and wet and vulnerable but, as it turns out, not everything is about me. She’d been out on her morning run and tripped and taken a nasty fall. She chipped a tooth and had major road rash on her face and one shoulder. Her hand was also causing her a lot of pain. She was still in a bit of shock as we checked her over and cataloged her various abrasions. She’s feeling better today and she got her tooth fixed but she’ll be walking around with some serious bumps and bruises for a while. So be careful out there, friends. No one ever got hurt on the couch.