And since my public (all two of you) wants to know how I injured my shoulder throwing squash, here's the extremely unglamorous story.
You all know we grow a garden. And since I am married to a Tim Allen type who doesn't believe in doing anything small when hello? Bigger is better! We grow a BIG garden with BIG plants that grow BIG squash. And you know how when you don't pick a squash one day because it just needs to get a little bit bigger, so you leave it and then the next day it's the size of a young sumo wrestler?
Yeah. I hate those big ones. They're nothing but seeds on the inside, so I throw them in the woods. (I bet there are thousands of squash plants out there.)
Well, one day this summer I found the mother of all squash and didn't feel like walking down to the wood's edge to throw, so I just hauled off and gave it my best fastball snap. And something in my 49-year-old shoulder protested and continues to cry out for help. I've been taking 800 mg of Motrin every night and it barely takes the edge off.
Wednesday morning I'm finally going to see the doctor about it. Ben says the answer will be physical
I wish I had a better story for you. But learn from my mistake: walk to the woods to throw your sumo squash.
Be thankful ~