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In the spirit of “show, don’t tell,” I’m going to show you an example of how I’m stupid.
In my next article I’ll provide some more scientific details about injury rehabilitation, but for today I want to discuss how I’m a spaz and how I overcame the consequences of being a spaz, just in case you can take any motivation from that.
If you’re a regular reader of my column, then perhaps you’ve taken note of my occasional moaning about my low back. This is the story of how my stupidity caused it, and my quest for the cure (of the low back pain, not the stupidity).
Part One – 1983 – The Competitive Moron
Grade 10 gym class had a weightlifting portion, and I sucked.
Not just at weightlifting, but everything to do with gym class. My larger, hairier, more popular and more jock-ular classmates could all lift far more than I. My bench press was pathetic, and my squat only slightly better. There was one lift that I had some nominal competitive ability at, and that was the deadlift.
In an effort to show off, without really knowing the proper technique, I tried to lift as much as I could and wrenched the crap out of my low back. It bothered me off and on for the next twenty years…
…until it really blew up.
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