My Broken Hand

First off, don’t panic – this is an old X-ray. It was taken after a gig I played at the Hoxton Underbelly last year. I punched the stage at the end of the second song of the set and broke my knuckle.

I couldn’t really get a good photo of it, but you can see where the end of the 5th metacarpal has cracked and now points downwards instead of outwards. Hooray

I’m putting it on this blog by means of explanation of why my grip isn’t what it used to be. This proves especially problematic when deadlifting, as the reduced width across the inside of my hand means I lose stability on the bar and struggle to maintain grip with my right hand.

I’m working on it, but it’s slow and painful progress (my hand is fine, but all grip work hurts like hell due to the lactic acid buildup).

Oh the Pain!

On Saturday, I decided against my usual gym routine of heavy weights and, instead, did just 2 sets of not-brilliant bench presses. I spent the rest of the time doing press-ups (etc), punching and kicking the punch bag and generally exhausting myself through body weight exercise.

Today I am in agony. Walking is tough, coughing is painful and lifting my left arm is excruciating .

I have had some kind of victory over my body. I have defeated it.

I should go to the gym at the weekends more often – less time drinking, more time hitting things.

Life Changing?

I have received a written report following my check-up with a Gold Medalist physician. It turns out he recommends I stop doing everything that makes me who I am, including drinking beer and lifting things.

I response, I went to the gym…and deadlifted the biggest thing I have ever lifted. It weight 210kg, which is only 15kg off my target of 225kg.