Laid out, and not in the Good Way

Well, I think Wesley Crusher (pls see Penny's blog for details) finally managed to get me to my "enough" point. At least we know when this kind of thing happens, he doesn't mess around.

DW and I were at the gym yesterday working with Mr. Crusher and he moved us from the weights into the fitness studio to do some core work. We did some speed squats and some ab exercises, and then he got us into "Chops". What happens is this: you position yourself like you're chopping wood. Full range of motions, altering the direction of chop...left, right, left, right...down, then straight up....down the other side...straight up...down the other side. I got through one set no problem.

Second set....not so much. I felt something particularly nasty in my lower back on the left side. Not like my usual back discomfort (which I know so well) but something different.

Needless to say, my workout was over.

I spent the rest of the night laid out with what I figure is a pulled muscle. Thanks to a well-stocked medicine cabinet, I am suitably drugged with high doses of Naproxen and Tylenol 3. However, I am not exactly loving my invalid status. So I'm hoping I'll be mobile for work but at this point its not looking good. Penny, Biff love her, has been looking after me and worrying about me. She is, at this very moment, snoozing on the other side of the bed. She didn't get a lot of sleep lat night because I was stuck on my back (read: snoring away) and from spousal worry.

Yep...this is why I married her. She worries about me.

So, courtesy of the joys of wireless routers, I am here upstairs with my laptop and staying connected to the outside world.