Ingrid took me down. Hard. Used a 28.5" box rather than the prescribed 28". That 0.5 inches, that one centimeter, caught my foot (40th rep!) and dropped my shinbone to the hard metal. Grinded out enough meat to require eight stitches of repair. My surgeon, however, is totally psyched to start Crossfit next month, as he'll have enough money saved to join a box. Loved that bastard, as he loved me.
Note that my workout partner, after getting me safely to the insane xfit doc, went back to the park and finished the remaining 60 box jumps, and the rest of the workout. In my honor. Boom shark attack, Ingrid!
After limping around two sets of tennis, I spent the rest of the evening popping ibuprofen and going through all the ice in my freezer. It's not as exciting as shin meat, but it did hurt just as much.
ReplyDeleteMaybe today... All that ice seemed to help!
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