My knee hurts this morning. A reminder that I don't have the infinite capacity to abuse my body that I appeared to have in younger times. In this case it's a reminder of when it got twisted through about 180 degrees during what one of the most brutal 5-a-side matches of all time (the game ended with 7 people left on the pitch but that's another story). At times like these I remember exactly what's put myself through (mostly self inflicted):
Twisted right knee
Dislocated back (3 times)
Slipped disc in back (once)
Broken ribs (forgot to block a kick)
Torn hamstrings (left leg from muscle memory of being able to kick really high, right leg playing football)
Tendonitis in eblow (badminton)
Crushed ribs/chest (car crash)
Twisted ankles (various though mostly from football)
Severed nerves in leg from big metal spike
Left shoulder clicks in and out (from surfing)
Broken toe (parachute jump)
- numerous minor strains and pulls from over exertion.
- stitches in head, legs, mouth (multiple times from a variety of blunt and sharp objects)
- misc concussions from blunt objects
Old age is coming and I'm going to be reminded of all of this as time goes on. I'm very lucky that nothing has been seriously mashed up but as I am increasingly aware of each of them as I progress towards. Today it's the knee, but it's a reminder of the past not a breakdown. And it's the result of being able to throw myself fully into bootcamp last night for the first time in what seems like ages. I may be a walking reminder of past exertions but I'm heading in the right direction albeit from a more chronologically advanced perspective. It's also a reminder that from now on I need to take better care of planet me.
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