There’s been a mass shooting at Ft. Hood, Texas, my old Army stomping grounds.
Turns out the main shooter, there were possibly three, is a soldier. Scratch that, not just a soldier but a Major, which means he’s an officer who has been in the military at least 8 years if not longer.
I have no idea how this could have happened. I’m stunned.
My thoughts go out to all those affected and to my brothers and sisters in the US Armed Forces.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Pain
My wrist is aching right now. More than likely it’s nothing serious but it’s been sore since Wednesday of last week.
I was lifting weights, doing upright rows with a barbell to be exact, and I felt a pull and some pain. I shrugged it off and continued my sets and by the end of the exercise the pain was pretty noticeable. Still, I finished lifting, played Frisbee that night, lots of snapping wrist movement in that, and I lifted more weights the next day, All the while the wrist was noticeably sore.
I’ve done this my entire life, not because I’ve got some kind of high pain tolerance (I’m not sure that I do) but because no one has ever told me to stop. Pain has always been something that you play or work through.
I find this to be a blessing but fear that as I get older it might become a curse.
It’s a blessing because it’s taught me not to stop when a little something gets in my way, to not quit. As a kid, scrapes and bruises are things to be cherished. If you fall down, you get back up because if you don’t you’re going to miss part of the fun. As a teen, coaches tell you to play through it. When you do, you’ve taken one for the team. In the Army if you don’t pull your own weight, someone else is going to have to pull it for you. In the direst of circumstances this will get people injured or even killed.
This unwillingness to stop got me through plenty of physical and mental challenges. In high school, I excelled at sports and was recognized for my toughness. In the Army, I exceeded expectations and was recognized as a leader. In college, everything that could go wrong did. It would have been the easiest thing in the world to drop out and I doubt that anyone would have blamed me. Still, after many stops and starts I made it through.
However, now that I’m older, I worry that this mentality is going to cause me some kind of permanent physical disability. For example, will my wrist now develop arthritis when I get older? What about the ankle I seriously sprained a few years ago?
After first injuring it and being mostly unable to stand I finished out the match…what could I do, there’s no other goalie. I stayed off it for a game, which gave it two weeks rest but it did little good. While warming up for the next match I took a shot to the ankle and collapsed in agony. Yes, the game hadn’t even started yet.
So, I think I’m going to give the wrist a little break from lifting weights. I’ll keep playing Frisbee and soccer and try to avoid moving it the way I move it that makes it hurt. Hopefully in another few days the pain will subside and I’ll be able to carry my bike up the stairs again. If not…I probably still keep playing. After all, I’ll be taking one for the team.
I was lifting weights, doing upright rows with a barbell to be exact, and I felt a pull and some pain. I shrugged it off and continued my sets and by the end of the exercise the pain was pretty noticeable. Still, I finished lifting, played Frisbee that night, lots of snapping wrist movement in that, and I lifted more weights the next day, All the while the wrist was noticeably sore.
I’ve done this my entire life, not because I’ve got some kind of high pain tolerance (I’m not sure that I do) but because no one has ever told me to stop. Pain has always been something that you play or work through.
I find this to be a blessing but fear that as I get older it might become a curse.
It’s a blessing because it’s taught me not to stop when a little something gets in my way, to not quit. As a kid, scrapes and bruises are things to be cherished. If you fall down, you get back up because if you don’t you’re going to miss part of the fun. As a teen, coaches tell you to play through it. When you do, you’ve taken one for the team. In the Army if you don’t pull your own weight, someone else is going to have to pull it for you. In the direst of circumstances this will get people injured or even killed.
This unwillingness to stop got me through plenty of physical and mental challenges. In high school, I excelled at sports and was recognized for my toughness. In the Army, I exceeded expectations and was recognized as a leader. In college, everything that could go wrong did. It would have been the easiest thing in the world to drop out and I doubt that anyone would have blamed me. Still, after many stops and starts I made it through.
However, now that I’m older, I worry that this mentality is going to cause me some kind of permanent physical disability. For example, will my wrist now develop arthritis when I get older? What about the ankle I seriously sprained a few years ago?
After first injuring it and being mostly unable to stand I finished out the match…what could I do, there’s no other goalie. I stayed off it for a game, which gave it two weeks rest but it did little good. While warming up for the next match I took a shot to the ankle and collapsed in agony. Yes, the game hadn’t even started yet.
So, I think I’m going to give the wrist a little break from lifting weights. I’ll keep playing Frisbee and soccer and try to avoid moving it the way I move it that makes it hurt. Hopefully in another few days the pain will subside and I’ll be able to carry my bike up the stairs again. If not…I probably still keep playing. After all, I’ll be taking one for the team.
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