"Don’t it seem like these days,I bet you're dying to know what it is that hurts. Am I heartbroken? Did I get into a fight with my BFF? Did I trip and fall and smash my face in? Granted, those would all hurt. But, alas it's none of those. It's my freaken back.
That everybody’s got something to say.
But I don’t pay attention to the talk babe yeah.
I don’t really care; give yourself a chance,
To see my love girl."
- Justin Timberlake, That Girl
It feels like someone dropped an eight-hundred ton brick on it, then jumped on it a bit, while pointing and laughing at me. For the record, it's not funny.
The pain started a bit on Friday and got worse on Saturday. I was sure it because of the rock hard bed we slept on at the Hyatt. After a wonderful sleep on my own bed on Sunday, I felt much better on Monday. Until today. When that damn brick was dropped on me. Again.
I'm pretty sure I just have absolutely no idea what I'm doing at the gym and I managed to pull something while doing weights. Or while doing sit-ups. Or planking. Because I'm a dufus and I'm sure I do all those things wrong.
So, today I'm doing the right thing: I'm skipping the gym and getting a massage instead. I'm sure that will solve all my problems. If it doesn't, at least I'm getting a massage. Massages = amazing.
Have you ever pulled anything at the gym before?
How are you sure you're doing each of your exercises correctly?
Seriously people, I need some advice here.
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