[Anthony]

I push myself heavy in the gym, it seems too much almost 2 weeks ago. I was doing leg presses on the leg incline machine with 9 45's on each side. On the 4th set, and strong, perfect rhythm, I'm expecting to finish 10 reps, so sure of it, I have my hands on the back of the seat instead of my kness to spot. 5 reps go, 6, 7, 8 comes down, and I'm about to push up, but my legs go to total failure, give out and everything comes crashing down on me.

Fortunately for me that there was a safety stop, enough for me to get out from underneath. But the weight dropping down on me put my knees by my ears. I thought I was lucky and got away from any damage. So thursday rolls around, I'm a little sore, I have dinner with Serge and Sue, thinking "Yeah it's all good". Around midnight, all of the sudden I am sore. Sore in my shoulders, my arms, forearms, calves, legs, everywhere. It's so bad, I can't even stand up. I take off Friday, take some anti inflamatory and rest. By end of weekend, I can move, but I look like a 70 year old man limping around.

I get my massage therapist to work on me by tuesday, and I feel a new man for the rest of the week. Almost normal. Come up to this weekend past, was feeling pretty good, in fact on Saturday I joined a boxing gym. Sunday rolls around, morning feel strange in the legs, but nothing major. My sisters were down so my baby sister gives mw a theurapatic massage for my lower back. By afternoon, my legs are feeling tingly, I feel it walking up stairs. By the end of the night, I'm having problems getting up from a sitting position, and everything hurts again, almost exactly like 11 or so days ago.

I am in serious pain getting ready for work, I make it to the office, but I'm limping bad again. I needed help getting out of my chair in the office, and I'm tired. I can't keep my eyes open, which makes no sense, I had over 7 hours sleep the night before. I call my Doctor and get an appt within that hour. I'm at the Docs for an hour and a half, get treated, get some scripts and I'm told I'm going in for an MRI that night.

The MRI is an experience. The tech is filipino, and there's a lot of talk about the P.I. etc. So he now tries to get me in the tube for the MRI. I got my arms on my side and my hands are crossed over my chest. All the sudden I'm trying to get shoved in this thing, and the first thing to come to mind is Serge's old saying of "Shoving 10 lbs of shit in a 5lbs bag". I can't fit in it. So instead of having my arms by myside, I now have to have them over my head, ala super man. So I have to lay in this thing for 35 minutes with my arms over my head. Loud as fuck in that thing, the ear plugs really don't help much. Good thing I can sleep in pretty much anywhere.

I get out, the tech is helping me turn, and then comments, "Your arm is the size of my leg". Which is something I've never heard before (heavy sarcasm). So tomorrow I get to find out if it's a herniated disc. It would make sense, the muscle failure and pain all over my body.

Doctor tells me to stay in bed for the next few days, my appt is tomorrow to find out how exactly I fucked myself up. All this to get in better shape. Wonderful.