I just recoverd my memory ...............sort of
Every year I 'get back into the gym'. It's become an annual ritual. I look through my workout notes and I see where I start making progress again, life is good... then .. nothing.. blank. Months and months go by. Zilch ... Then later in the year or .. come January , I start over again. A vicious cycle that's reason.... escapes me . Until, this morning. A decade of 'why' just hit me. Hit me in the form of pain. A pain so deep , I can't sleep on my side. Literally, dreading having to somehow , get out of bed without screaming , after laying on my back for the last four hours. My back .. is back. When my injury reappears, the pain is so friggn' deep, it takes me to a different place mentally. When I finally recover which normally takes more than a week to 'put it behind me' ( pun intended) .. the gym is usually the last place I want t...