About a month ago I realized I was no longer sixteen and couldn’t bounce back from an injury. Which isn’t to say I didn’t try my darndest to self-heal by doing a multitude of overhead exercises (scaled down a bit) like thrusters and strict shoulder presses. Or pushups. Or a handstand hold. No. No, I didn’t do any of that, I swears it on the precious. Needless to say, it’s disappointing to learn one is no longer as lithe and regenerative as one used to be some fifteen years ago. #Life’sNotFair

So anyway, last week I did 5 cycles of 7 bear complexes, and now my left thumb is twitching. I’m not exactly a scientist, but I think the two are related. Though the recommended weight was 75 pounds, because I was “being good,” I scaled the weight down to a whimpy 55 pounds. I finished each cycle in about 41 seconds, which was fast because the weight was pathetic, but on my last cycle I didn’t dip under the bar as much as I should’ve, thus the barbell hit the back of my neck a little harder than it should have. At this point you may be wondering if I even have a learning curve. I’ve wondered that myself. Thing is, I derive a lot of my confidence from this idea that I’m some kind of weight-lifting badass, and if I couldn’t do the WOD at the recommended weight, then by Zeus I was going to do it quickly. So I might be able to lift good, but me no think well.

Every once in a while, even as I type this, my left thumb spasms. It serves as a reminder that I am not as fantastic as I sometimes think I am.

On an unrelated note, on Tuesday we did a little thruster WOD, trying to find a one rep max. Months ago I did a thruster ladder at a competition and completed the ladder, with the final weight being 125 pounds. On Tuesday, because I was “being good,” I only did 113 pounds. My learning curve is a smiley face.

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*My massage therapist has told me not to put anything over my head for at least a few days, because my neck was “so bad.” Noted. It’s deadlifts, squats, and running for the foreseeable future.