Let's just blame this on 2016, too. And I'm not talking about Debbie Reynolds...because 2016 definitely gets the blame for that.
You may recall yesterday, when I wrote
about how “2016” has sucked as a year, even though “2016” is
not anything physical and just a human construct to help us mark
time. As much as I tried not to blame “2016” for any of the bad
stuff that has happened this year, some of it may have seeped
through, because the vengeance of “2016” has struck again.
Thankfully, though, it hasn't claim a celebrity.
All it claimed was just my back.
Let me explain—a couple of minutes
after posting yesterday's blog taking “2016” to task I was
working out a little. While doing something I've done for years
now—taking two hand weights and lifting them over my head so they
were basically touching the back of my neck—I felt a somewhat sharp
pain in the middle of my back. Being just smart enough to know that
when you feel a pain like that you should stop what you're doing, I
stopped what I was doing and felt the muscle between my shoulder
blades spasm for a few seconds.
When I stopped, I knew I had somehow
pulled it.
My back was sore the rest of the day,
and while it's better today it's still twingy, especially when I move
a certain way. Hopefully, it's just a weird temporary thing, and I
can go on with my life as usual. But like I mentioned before—I've
done this exercise, with slight tweaks here and there, once a week
for several years. I've never had any problem with doing it before;
I've never even felt the slightest twinge or pull when doing it. Yet
right after I write something taking this horrid year to task, there
goes the muscle in my back.
Hmm....
Now, of course, the rational side of me
knows that “2016” had nothing to do with my pulling a muscle in
my back. It's not logical, it's not possible, and I'm sure that not
why it happened. I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation
as for why something I've done for years all of a sudden did what it
did. I'm sure there is. But I can't deny that as soon as I felt the
pain, the first thing through my mind—after telling myself to stop
what I was doing—was to say, quoting myself, “Really, 2016?”
Well, there have been one or two more
words in there, but we try to keep this family-friendly. So we'll
skip those for now.
Like I said, I'm sure “2016” had
nothing to do with my sore back. There's no logical way it could
have. However—and I'm not saying this because I'm superstitious
or I believe in any way, shape, or form that an amorphous concept
like a “year” has control over out destiny—I think I'll skip my
next workout, and wait until (ahem) Sunday to do it again. After
all, I wanna make sure my back heals, right? I should give it a day
or two off.
And if that day or two just happens to
get us into “2017”, then I wouldn't have to worry about “2016”
striking again, right?
Right?
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