We’re back. Happy New Year. In our absence, I’ve discovered another component to BIDS* — crippling upper back/shoulder pain. I stopped working out when Trixie was about 6 or 7 months old. There just wasn’t enough time in the day and I figured that taking care of her was exercise enough. Matter of fact, I thought it was great exercise. It’s like running non-stop in circles while throwing around a 23.5 pound medicine ball all day long. Unfortunately, in retrospect, I now realize that running non-stop in circles while throwing around a 23.5 pound medicine ball all day long is a horrible, horrible idea. That’s probably why there haven’t been medicine balls in gyms since the 1950’s.
The main issue here is that I never stopped carrying Trixie as she’s gotten bigger. This is because of my aversion to strollers. I would rather lug Trixie around and be able to freestyle it than get trapped behind one of those monstrosities. As a result, I’ve carried her a lot (because she’s lazy and weak) and I think it all finally caught up with me.
I don’t know quite what happened but something with my left shoulder gave out the day after Christmas and got progressively worse. However, thanks to my friend Ibuprofen and lots of rest, I’m happy to report that I’m recovering. Has your body ever taken a hit thanks to your kid? Take the new poll. (Poll is to your left under Latest TTU Comments.)
*Baby-related Immune Deficiency Syndrome. Read more about BIDS.