Ouch

I haven’t posted in forever, and now, when I do, it’s to say that’s I’m not going to be posting anything else anytime soon because I broke my back deadlifting. Le sigh.

What’s embarrassing is that I wasn’t even going for a PR, or lifting an especially heavy weight. I’d been doing a program of heavy 3x5s designed to boost my maximums. Under the program, I’d lift 80% of my 1RM of any given movement (e.g. deadlifts), then move the weight up each week until I could lift heavier stuff. Good plan, right?

Wrong. Yesterday, on my second-to-last rep on my last set, I pull a 155-lb deadlift and hear a pop-pop noise coming from my lumbar vertebra kinda similar to gears shifting in a bicycle.

Translation: You’re so fucked.

I drop down on all fours, yelling out any obscenities that come to mind until a trainer finally comes over. I couldn’t straighten up, and the sides of my ass were tingling all over. Not any fun. Long story short, hobble home, have a wonderful and delightful trainer call an ambulance for me, get shot up with morphine, go to the hospital, get X-rays, and get told my X-rays look good. No, they fucking well do not. But, nothing was broken or irreparably damaged, and I am not a paraplegic.

Also, they did a urine test before the X-rays and I’m not pregnant. Gentlemen?

As Jenny Wren said, my back’s bad and my leg’s queer, and I’m out of commission for a month or more.

Next WOD – heal back, for time, GO.