Fighting Your Way Back

Being injured sucks.

Not going to mollify, codify, or swathe that fact in a bunch of cuddly, make-you-feel-better words. Being injured bites it BIG time. And the longer you work out (the longer you do anything) the more likely it is that you will injure yourself at some point.

It's not your workout's fault. It's not your fault. It's just life. Shit happens.

Our bodies aren't perfect and bulletproof. One day you're the queen and the next day you're just another wannabedoingthatbutcan't sideline sitter.

What do you do then?

When you're a member of this big group of monsters who go out and kick ass daily, but now you've got a bum "something" and you can't do what you want to do?

Well, you've got two choices:

1) Keep doing the stuff you can.

Go to class. Work on your own.

As our friend Bruce Springsteen says, "Stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive, if you can. And meet me in a dream of this hard land."

Heal and learn and keep at it. And bide your time until you're whole again.

2) Give up, feel sorry for yourself, and let yourself get fat. (Or, what feels like fat to you.)

I've tried both these options. Believe me, you want to pick #1. (Especially if you're not in your 20's. Every year after 40, this whole game gets a lot harder so you got to get tougher.)

In life, we are the sum of all our injuries: physical, mental, emotional, everything. How we handled all of them. They add up to us.

What we do when we're injured tells so much. How we fight back—if we fight back—tells a hell of a lot.

Don't let yourself be a victim of your own mentality.

Fight back and get yourself to whole again.