Putting the Hobbled Back in Hobbled Runner
And so it begins – another round of physical therapy. This time it’s my shoulder, the right one to be precise. The pain began in January after a few hard weekends of cross-country skiing. Shoveling snow didn’t help, and now I can’t comfortably cross my right arm in front of my body. It makes it hard to wash my left side in the shower, and makes putting on shirts a bit of a challenge. Sleep is impacted as well. I usually sleep on my right side but the pain in forcing me to sleep on the left side. Inevitably I roll over and wake up on my right side – with a stiff, sore shoulder.
The PT guy was probably my age – maybe a little younger. During the intake process I mentioned that as a result of the shoulder injury I found push-ups challenging and I wasn’t doing pull-ups anymore. He sort of snorted/laughed and kindly offered that he hadn’t been able to do pull-ups with ease in a while. Then he asked how old I was – implying that pull-ups were for kids. Hah!
I’m no Cross-Fit gym rat but I know my way around the pull-up bars. The nerve of the guy! Just because he’s too old for pull-ups doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t hope to swing again from the bar.
In my typical Scandisotan* way I tried to down-play my ability – said I wasn’t a pull-up freak, and they were probably easy because I’d been doing them for years. This is true. I started doing pull-ups when we lived in south Minneapolis. I would run with Favorite around Lake Nokomis and take time to do pull-ups (and dips!) on the old 1970s era Parcourse fitness equipment.
While it’s true, I’m not 15 anymore – but I think I see some pull-ups in my future – once I lick this latest shoulder injury.
*Scandisotan – (Adjective, first used 2014) – A new word of my own invention; a combination of Scandinavian and Minnesotan meant to imply one who has the “best” traits of both traditions. See also, “Minnesota Nice”, and passive-aggressive.