I threw my back out playing basketball 3 weeks ago. I felt a sharp twinge after coming down with a rebound but hell, I’m tough and I finished out the game. Afterward, It’s sore but I’ll be damned if I’m going to miss out on my regular routine of lifting weights. So, I march off the court and into the gym and lift for an hour. Amazingly bright of me, I follow my regular routine including plenty of crunches, squats and back extensions.
By the time I drive home, I can barely walk. It takes my 20 mins to exit my car and walk into my house, a distance of around 20 feet. I don’t make it to work the next day (a friday) and my weekend consists of me laying on the couch leaving my poor pregnant wife to take care of me. I’m an idiot.
I manage to hold off on lifting weights and any cardio for a whooping 5 days. After that, lighter weight, light running, and ABSOLUTELY NO exercises that heavily stress my lower back. Slowly, I build myself back up and my back is feeling good. I increase the weight and duration, it feels strong, I say to myself.
Today, against the advice of my wife, I resumed my regular lifting routine. At about the 15th crunch of my 1st set on the sloped down board, I feel another twinge in my back. So, what do I do you may ask? Of course, another set. And another. And about 20 more minutes of other exercises after that.
It’s not as bad as the 1st time, but why couldn’t I stop myself? I even said to a gym buddy, “There goes my back again - gotta get this next set in though.” Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I sit now in pain.
So, I’d like to pit my lower back and it’s delicate joinings of muscle, tendons, ligaments and bone. More to the point though, I pit myself for being such a dumb-ass and thinking I’m indestructable.