121206 (Now I’ve Gone and Done it!)
Life really has it’s ways doesn’t it? Just when I had settled into my shoulder issues, and decided to be positive, se the time to make progress in other areas and in general reached a much better place psychologically…life hands me a new challenge. More appropriately, I forced a new challenge down my throat, one that I could probably have done without. Lets start at the top. Be warned – I’m on quite a few opiates at the moment.
This morning I woke up about as positive, optimistic, and energetic as I’ve felt in a long long time. I finally convinced myself that my issues weren’t issues, they were nothing, minor things that I could easily overcome and improve from. I could still squat and deadlift, I could do double unders, box jumps, mobility work. The world was my oyster. I was pumped to take that energy with me all day today. I had a great day at work, posted some awesome music this morning and managed to fit both farmer walk handles in my Mini Cooper. Needless to say it was going really well.
Here’s where the story starts to get a little off. After my baseline mobility work and loading up the farmer carry handles I was really excited to see what I could do with them. The original plan was to do 400m walks but it was cold out and it actually gets pretty dark pretty early so by 4:00 it was pretty dim and walking around outside carrying 220# didn’t seem like a great idea. Then the idea for my WOD was born, a 15 minutes AMRAP starting at point A, do a farmer carry to point B 30′ away, drop the weight and do 10 30″ box jumps, walk back to point A and do 15 DU’s, do as many laps as possible. I thought it was pretty awesome given all the skills I had available to me. Even coach David seemed mildly enthused by it.
3..2..1.. Go! Farmer walk down, drop the weight, first set of box jumps, get to number 9 and pull a Busch League move, start to think about the next thing before you’ve finished the present one. My man-child brain couldn’t wait to pick up those farmer handles again, so instead of getting a solid 10th rep, I shifted my attention, and with that Boom box to the shin! 100% honesty – I’ve never tripped on a box jump before, not once, we’ve done 36″ box jumps in WOD’s before, not a problem – I’m going to blame the fact that I’ve been out for so long, that I wanted to go so hard today that my mind was just racing. It’s really just conjecture though. In any case – you fall on a box and hit your shin, that shit hurts, so I wasn’t really surprised when my shin/knee hurt like hell. I was wearing leggings so I didn’t think much of it, there wasn’t a cut, the leggings weren’t ripped, no harm. I picked up the handles again, went and did my double unders, came back to the box, did another set, so on and so form until about the 5th minute when I realized the pain wasn’t going away. I looked down and noticed a visible dark spot on my leggings…touched it and noticed the blood. I’m not an idiot, I stopped then and there and went to see what the damage was, thinking I’d done the typical shin scrape damage.
This is when shit hit the fan, under the leggings was no tiny flesh wound, but a gaping hole where my knee used to be. It wasn’t bleeding profusely but there was more than I would’ve liked. Thinking quickly I grabbed a paper towel and a roll of athletic tape applied as much pressure as I could and taped it until it was immobile. At this point I was shaking pretty good, had a good cold sweat going, and felt a bit nauseous, not to mention it’s hard to drive a manual with a completely immobile left leg. I called my father who worriedly came and drove me to urgent care. Times like these I’m glad he and my mother live close – I don’t know what I would’ve done otherwise. Luckily the urgent care was close and they got me in right away.
The fun part of the story is that I was the most popular person in the urgent care. I imagine these people have pretty bored drawn out days of infected fingernails and strep throat, so a huge gaping knee wound was easily the talk of the town. Immediately after seeing it the doctor pulled out the lidocaine, some sutures, and told me I was going to be there awhile. Luckily I had no where else to be. Over the course of the next 2 hours, multiple nurses and assistants came in to see my knee, a couple high fives and curious questions about box jumps, crossfit, and what would make a person do this; 31 sutures sealed the damage I’d done to my knee. The prognosis is good, luckily, it could’ve been much worse. There was no damage to my patella or any of the bone structures, it was simply a terrible looking flesh wound. horizontal wounds across the knee are tough because the tension of the joint is working against the sutures, on doctors orders I am limited to 45 degrees of bend and no strenuous activity until the sutures come out in 2 weeks. On the bright side – my shoulder feels fucking amazing!
For the most part I was a model patient through this, it wasn’t until I got back in the car to go home that the reality of what I’d done sank in. At that point my stomach wrenched and my mind started to spin. What would this mean for training, my squats, my strength, my athleticism, everything I’d learned and worked on over the passed 4 months? I’ve come to the following conclusions. Even though now my shoulder and my knee are hurt, that doesn’t put me out of the game. As soon as I can put decent weight on my knee I can keep working on some mobility. My shoulder will be better soon and with that comes a whole range of upper body mobility and strength work I can do, so long as I don’t have to be on my feet. In time the rest will heal, and my motivation will be enormous. Everyone has things they overcome, granted mine isn’t a great Hallmark movie story – but my own challenges are just that – mine, and my journey to overcome them is all that matters. All this negative energy I’m feeling will soon become my fuel, and will push me to do better in the coming months. Until then – nothing is wrong with my mouth, time to eat!