takeshi21

The first physical therapy session went swimmingly, although limited mostly to stretching exercises. See, my back went out on me about three weeks ago which showed me the true meaning of PAIN.

At work and without warning, my back decided to go into severe muscle spasms had me doubled over and on the ground. When I tried to straighten out, I lost my balance and fell flat on my back, which threw me over the edge. Thirty minutes later paramedics arrived to cart me off to the ER where I finally received three epidurals of demerol. But before my sweet release, I had to ask the paramedic in the ambulance if childbirth could possibly be worse; the answer was an unequivocable YES.

I guess I'm a pussy after all.

I've decided, though, that it's high time I actively take care of my body. I'm still young and have been blessed with a healthy body that I've been poluting and abusing for the last few years. I simply admitted that I can't take this vessel for granted, and, like anything else, it needs a little TLC to keep itself going. I want to be a spry and dirty man when I get old and not spend my waning days, relegated to being pushed around in a wheelchair.

So for now, the physical therapy. Next, working back up to being able to run regularly again. I've been contemplating yoga as well to strengthen my joints so I can withstand pounding the concrete. And then... perhaps begin training for that marathon I keep thinking about.

In the wise words of Yoda, do or do not. There is no try!