The mind and how powerful it is is never far from my, well, mind.
Things like the placebo effect, which is very very real.
The Nocebo effect, which is its opposite.
Things like will power.
All these things never stray far from my thought process for long.
Why am I writing this now?
Well a week or so ago I playing with one of our BJJ lads, helping him get an entry through a barrage of punches and kicks.
After a while he succeeded in getting in without taking too big a shot and affected a double leg takedown.
Now he wasn’t handed the takedown, he had to take it.
We went down, I pulled him with me and his shoulder landed with pretty much all his bodyweight into my upper chest. I felt a wee pop.
We rolled a bit and he got an armbar.
About 20 minutes later i had searing pains in my chest around where he landed.
A visit to the physio and I was told I’d probably subluxed or dislocated my clavicle (collarbone) from its joint with the sternum.
I’m fairly tough (read: stoopid) so the pain isn’t too big an issue, but the restrictions in range of motion and the fact that my performance is negatively effected until we sort this annoys me.
But now the point to the post.
In the hospital when I went to get Xrays and see the orthopaedic, I was in more pain and discomfort than either at home or in Wild Geese.
Top is before, bottom is after a bit of manipulation, you can see the clavicle on the left isn’t the same as the one on the right.
Movements in the consultation room with the Doc hurt more than when I was anywhere else.
Sitting in the waiting room was more uncomfortable than sitting anywhere else.
Same body, same injury, even the same day.
You see in the hospital I was the patient, I was there to be treated. At home or in the Gym I’m the Alpha and in control of my environment. But in the hospital I let that go and surrendered to their environment.
And in doing so my symptoms got a whole lot worse, when they told me that they weren’t going to do anything about it, I got upset, not a happy bunny at all.
Now today, writing this, I don’t give a fuck. I’m back being the Alpha and so I’m doing some training according to how my body feels, I’m working on weak links, bringing up neglected areas and being productive.
Instead of suffering through an injury, I’m working around it.
By the time that SC joint is fixed and as my physio would say “rugby ready” I’ll have gotten my pistol squat back to at least as good as it ever was, probably better. I’ll have built my rotator cuffs up to near bulletproof standard and my core will be like iron.
I’m even considering doing some work on the ol’ gun show to keep the missus happy.
All productive stuff, all stuff that I usually don’t do as I’m training for other things. But as, for the time being, hoisting heavy iron, or lifting kettles overhead is firmly off the table, why not play with bodyweight and isolation stuff?
We all have good and bad days. We all have times where shit happens and things aren’t going our way.
I’ve had plenty of those, and I’m sure there’ll be plenty more to come.
But using this shoulder injury as an example, we can still find the silver lining to the problem. We can find the wiggle room in which we can still work.
Don’t let your head beat you.
Look for the little advantages, there’s always something.