Post by mrbeefy on Jun 4, 2008 13:35:35 GMT -5
Better start this now...before surgery and the pain meds kick in!
On Wednesday, May 28th, 2008...I incurred a severe left bicep tendon rupture while performing a sumo style deadlift.
Wednesdays fiasco happened because I made multiple stupid mistakes, the first and worst being not listening to myself.
I didn’t want to be in the gym Wednesday because I was tired from lack of sleep (apnea), weak from low carbs (new diet) and bad attitude from low carbs.
I went to feel better and be with my wife. SHE is one of the main reasons I power lift. To be with her. So we can lift and be together.
I was only going to bench because of the above reasons (NOT excuses) and because my hips were really tight to the point I couldn’t lift my legs above waist level.
I allowed myself to be intimidated into something my body told me not to do.
Dead lift: Conventional maybe, sumo no way. Each lift hurt and distracted me from my form and focus.
It was 6:10 pm., and Bernie was comitted to get out of the gym to watch our grandchildren, so I began to rush and cut corners, using heavier weights and cutting back on reps. I torqued to the right on the previous lift telling me my form was off and the bar was getting to heavy.
I saw it coming, and so did the rest of the guys.
Because I hadn’t intended to lift heavy that day, I did not warm up or stretch at all.
The final lift should have never happened. I should have walked away a half a dozen times. That’s what my body was telling me over and over.
I caused this injury to myself, and now I have to pay for it.
I’m reminded every day, of my mistake, and will be reminded over and over for the next 6 months or more.
I will be in the gym, cast, sutures, screws and tears to get back to 110%, and while I’m doing it I hope to inspire others by my example to stick with it and not quit. I may be old, but I'm not down. I will be there every day to support my wife in all she does.
My trainer Greg was there and feels pretty bad. He shouldn't. I should have listened to myself and impressed on him more firmly that I wasn't ready for the days workout. All my fellow lifters at Kings Gym all had my back. Iced me down, packed me up, carried my stuff to the car, visited me in the emergency room, called me at home every day. Greg, Big Steve, Little Steve, Gary, Jay, and everyone else....I love you my friends. You are all the best!
This is a lesson learned for all of us, that IF you continue to train to the max, we all need to communicate more openly, and more often.
The road ahead will not be easy, and I realize that at my age and status, I may never stand on the winners stand holding up some international world class trophy………..but I will reclaim in my heart that I can be a champion.
Follow along with me, through my surgery and rehabilitation. My old journals talked about "making the BEAST". Now we will rebuild him.....just like the Million Dollar Man....I will be bigger...stronger.......follow along and support me with your words of encourgement....because the road will be long and bumpy...........
Frank
On Wednesday, May 28th, 2008...I incurred a severe left bicep tendon rupture while performing a sumo style deadlift.
Wednesdays fiasco happened because I made multiple stupid mistakes, the first and worst being not listening to myself.
I didn’t want to be in the gym Wednesday because I was tired from lack of sleep (apnea), weak from low carbs (new diet) and bad attitude from low carbs.
I went to feel better and be with my wife. SHE is one of the main reasons I power lift. To be with her. So we can lift and be together.
I was only going to bench because of the above reasons (NOT excuses) and because my hips were really tight to the point I couldn’t lift my legs above waist level.
I allowed myself to be intimidated into something my body told me not to do.
Dead lift: Conventional maybe, sumo no way. Each lift hurt and distracted me from my form and focus.
It was 6:10 pm., and Bernie was comitted to get out of the gym to watch our grandchildren, so I began to rush and cut corners, using heavier weights and cutting back on reps. I torqued to the right on the previous lift telling me my form was off and the bar was getting to heavy.
I saw it coming, and so did the rest of the guys.
Because I hadn’t intended to lift heavy that day, I did not warm up or stretch at all.
The final lift should have never happened. I should have walked away a half a dozen times. That’s what my body was telling me over and over.
I caused this injury to myself, and now I have to pay for it.
I’m reminded every day, of my mistake, and will be reminded over and over for the next 6 months or more.
I will be in the gym, cast, sutures, screws and tears to get back to 110%, and while I’m doing it I hope to inspire others by my example to stick with it and not quit. I may be old, but I'm not down. I will be there every day to support my wife in all she does.
My trainer Greg was there and feels pretty bad. He shouldn't. I should have listened to myself and impressed on him more firmly that I wasn't ready for the days workout. All my fellow lifters at Kings Gym all had my back. Iced me down, packed me up, carried my stuff to the car, visited me in the emergency room, called me at home every day. Greg, Big Steve, Little Steve, Gary, Jay, and everyone else....I love you my friends. You are all the best!
This is a lesson learned for all of us, that IF you continue to train to the max, we all need to communicate more openly, and more often.
The road ahead will not be easy, and I realize that at my age and status, I may never stand on the winners stand holding up some international world class trophy………..but I will reclaim in my heart that I can be a champion.
Follow along with me, through my surgery and rehabilitation. My old journals talked about "making the BEAST". Now we will rebuild him.....just like the Million Dollar Man....I will be bigger...stronger.......follow along and support me with your words of encourgement....because the road will be long and bumpy...........
Frank
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