I swear to God I'm going to Kaiser. I'm making an appointment and gonna get someone to x-ray my spine and see if there's an effing crushed vertebre something back there.
Because this sh!t is getting ridiculous.
Today we shoulder pressed light weight. Yep, it's time to deload. But of course we superset with dips. My ring dips still need work, damn torn pectoral.
Anyway, that wasn't the problem. The problem was once again that Rod's lower back hates him.
Oh yeah? Well I hate him back. YOU SUCK!!!
So we run the 400, come back and do 15 box jumps and then 15 situps. Not bad at all.
I've even got BRAND NEW SHOES. Know what I'm sayin? My kicks are just outta the box. Wore 'em straight from Foot Lockah brah.
Buuuuuuuuuuuuutttt, my back hates me.
So we run. And I come back and do the jumps. Then I do situps. No problem.
Except there is. My back tightens up. The second run is more painful and I'm running slower. The jumps are a little harder and the situps hurt.
Then I run the last 400. I'm hobbling like a 90 year old man. Did I tell you I took off my shoes? I thought it might help.
Nope.
I'm running as stiff as a ramrod on the third lap. It's like there's a steel rod running down the length of my back and another shorter steel rod running horizontal just above the waistline.
In other words I felt like I was nailed to an upside down cross and trying to run. Get the picture? I'm so not exaggerating.
I get back to the gym and try to jump. I almost kill myself because I'm jumping with socks and almost slip off the box. I take off my socks and jump and maybe complete three more. I'm done. It's over.
I think I need to change the name of this blog. I don't hate cardio anymore. I hate my back and I hate the fact that it's preventing me from achieving my full potential.
This means war.
Because this sh!t is getting ridiculous.
Today we shoulder pressed light weight. Yep, it's time to deload. But of course we superset with dips. My ring dips still need work, damn torn pectoral.
Anyway, that wasn't the problem. The problem was once again that Rod's lower back hates him.
Oh yeah? Well I hate him back. YOU SUCK!!!
So we run the 400, come back and do 15 box jumps and then 15 situps. Not bad at all.
I've even got BRAND NEW SHOES. Know what I'm sayin? My kicks are just outta the box. Wore 'em straight from Foot Lockah brah.
Buuuuuuuuuuuuutttt, my back hates me.
So we run. And I come back and do the jumps. Then I do situps. No problem.
Except there is. My back tightens up. The second run is more painful and I'm running slower. The jumps are a little harder and the situps hurt.
Then I run the last 400. I'm hobbling like a 90 year old man. Did I tell you I took off my shoes? I thought it might help.
Nope.
I'm running as stiff as a ramrod on the third lap. It's like there's a steel rod running down the length of my back and another shorter steel rod running horizontal just above the waistline.
In other words I felt like I was nailed to an upside down cross and trying to run. Get the picture? I'm so not exaggerating.
I get back to the gym and try to jump. I almost kill myself because I'm jumping with socks and almost slip off the box. I take off my socks and jump and maybe complete three more. I'm done. It's over.
I think I need to change the name of this blog. I don't hate cardio anymore. I hate my back and I hate the fact that it's preventing me from achieving my full potential.
This means war.
