Ouch

I was putting on my socks Thursday morning at the athletic club when something really bad happened.

As I stood on one foot and lifted my other one up to put on my sock (you can see it coming), I felt something go out.

My back.

I fell on the floor, on hands and knees, in terrible pain. Guys in the locker room stopped what they were doing and wondered what I was doing on the floor. My pride made sure to let everyone know I was all right, that I didn't need help.

Except it took me 30 minutes to get dressed, and I never got my socks on.

All I could think about in this moment was, "how am I going to get to work?" I mean, it was an important day at work and I had a big project to finish. WHY does my back have to go out on a day like this?

Needless to say, I am getting through it. Life goes on. My mother has a bad back. My father has a bad back. My grandmothers on both sides of my family had back surgery. I, am destined.

I don't know why I am telling you all of this. Maybe it's to rub some of the pain off onto you. Maybe I just needed to blog again after doing piddly nothing for so long. Or maybe I have no good reason.

But there has to be a point. Ah yes! I have to keep telling myself that everyone, everyone (even Arnold Schwarzenegger) has at least ONE physical ailment or defect (except maybe my wife). I have extremely many. But this one is probably going to be the worst. I don't have to ask God "why?" every time it goes out. I know I am not alone in the dysfunctional body club.

There! A blog entry to make me feel better. Now if my back can only look like "Ah-nolds" someday . . . .