Mr. Curiosity
New member
;795827']Quick history- at the end of my tour in the Marines, my pelvis was crushed on a training accident. Two surgeries, 1 bolt, two pins, 4 plates, and 15 screws later, I was on my way to recovering. Going through marital problems, I used my frustration to speed my recovery and physical therepy. I was back on my feet within a few months. Within a year I was running, lugging around equiment, hiking, and all the other things. I joined the Army, and I was doing great. Good run time, ruck marching, all the good stuff. Lost 20 pounds and I felt great- I was in the best shape of my life.
Today I had my appointment at the doctor. There were some stress fractures around the metal pieces in my pelvis caused by too much stress- impact from running, jumping, etc.- but they have healed.
However, they've put me on a thing where I can't run anymore. I do a walk, or a bike, or a swim instead.
You see, I actually vent when I run. It's how I relieve stress. If I don't, I blow up. It feels great, all the blood rushing through your body when you get done- almost like being high for a moment. I strap on my iPod and haul ass, and I think about all the bad shit... and I just run it into the ground.
Now I can't do it. I even thought about taking martial arts again, but the doc says no. Walking, swimming, and biking aren't going to do it for me. My only option is boxing, and there's no gym with trainers here.
I feel defeated. Believe it or not, I'm actually fucking depressed.
I'm going to look at pictures of monkeys acting like people. That usually cheers me up.
Today I had my appointment at the doctor. There were some stress fractures around the metal pieces in my pelvis caused by too much stress- impact from running, jumping, etc.- but they have healed.
However, they've put me on a thing where I can't run anymore. I do a walk, or a bike, or a swim instead.
You see, I actually vent when I run. It's how I relieve stress. If I don't, I blow up. It feels great, all the blood rushing through your body when you get done- almost like being high for a moment. I strap on my iPod and haul ass, and I think about all the bad shit... and I just run it into the ground.
Now I can't do it. I even thought about taking martial arts again, but the doc says no. Walking, swimming, and biking aren't going to do it for me. My only option is boxing, and there's no gym with trainers here.
I feel defeated. Believe it or not, I'm actually fucking depressed.
I'm going to look at pictures of monkeys acting like people. That usually cheers me up.