rock bottom.

When you're sitting on the couch watching 'A Streetcar Named Desire' and eating tuna out of the can in the middle of the day, you know something isn't quite right. I can acknowledge that in the moment, I felt this weird sensation that my life was in crisis. It seemed to be a kind of delayed reaction to the events that had happened about a week earlier. I was at my CrossFit gym working on my kipping pull ups (if you don't know what this is, youtube it). Any crossfitter out there can appreciate how awesome the moment is when you become capable of doing multiple kipping pull ups, and this was happening to me. It was my shining moment on the once dreaded pull up bar. I was doing it, gloriously swinging myself chin over bar, one of the greatest moments in my CrossFit experiences... And then I slipped. I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I was pushing myself away from the bar (a little too violently apparently) and I just lost my grip. You know that feeling when you know something bad is about to happen and you can't do anything to stop it. That was how I felt when I was flinging myself from the 8 foot high bar into the air. Soaring majestically, the idea of being able to land on my feet was long gone considering I was practically horizontal. All I could do was let out a girlie high pitched squeal and hope for the best.

I remember when I was a bit younger back at school, there was a guy a few years older than me that had to wear a Halo neck brace. It looks the way it sounds, a big ring that wraps around the top of your head, is bolted into you, and has four metal prongs that connect from the top of the head to the base of your neck. I always thought to myself every time I saw him, "I could never wear one of those!"...Hmmm. Well this is awkward. Luckily for me, I only got the neck brace part. When I landed on the ground I fractured my C7 and T3. I was in hospital for about 2 days, where I could only lie on my back and was referred to as a "log" if I needed to be rolled by nurses. Safe to say I was glad to get out of there with some dignity left.

So here I am! Almost two weeks into wearing my Miami JTO neck and chest brace (my Dad made some Grand Theft Auto joke when we heard this) and I'm bored. Going from working 5 days a week at Lululemon and CrossFitting about as much as that as well, I am now wondering what I can do with this neck brace.

Of course I googled it. "How to live with a neck brace on". I found one lady giving advice like: "Cut your hair short, or even give it the GI Jane buzz-cut look", "say goodbye to makeup" and "wear...slip on shoes, and pull-on pants." Obviously that was not helpful or uplifiting. I think I then went on to binge eat very non-paleo foods and look longingly at my ab mat, skipping rope and kettle bell which have strategically been pushed into the corner of the living room. So to avoid cabin fever and becoming a hermit, I have decided to blog.

My first order of action is to tell you about my experiences and observations so far with the neck brace. So it isn't super comfy and I look like a storm trooper. But on the upside, I'll have kick ass posture and I look like a storm trooper! Strangers are overly nice and they ask me what happened. This my friends, gets very tedious. Trying to explain CrossFit, and then kipping, and then the fractures, is not easy. My tolerance for listening to people complain sometimes waivers. When people tell me "hey look at that!", I can't unless I am able to completely rotate my entire body towards whatever it is that they want me to look at. So it better be good. The neck brace sort of acts as a place to rest my chin, so eliminating the middle man which would be my hand, has given me the ability to multi task like playing play station or writing this blog! So in conclusion, the neck brace has its ups and downs, but when you can look as good as this who's complaining?
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