I attended my first Highland Games today. The first event was a 7lb over shoulder throw. Think of it as tossing a grenade for distance. I warmed up with the other guys a few times, and then, since I was the new guy, they had me go first.
As I was new to this and I knew it was going to be a long day, I figured I’d throw easy. I thought of something Dan John had said–See how easy you can throw instead of hard you can throw… or something to that effect.
On my first throw, in my first competition mind you, I felt and heard something tear in the bottom of my elbow. Long story short–the diagnosis is that I completely tore the biceps tendon off my forearm. Right now my right biceps is sitting up by my shoulder. I have flexion and extension, but not much strength.
Punch line is that about two months ago I decided to take a job that paid me half as much, but allowed me to work in the public interest, thus enriching my life… or at least that was the thought. Part of the deal was that I was going to go without insurance for 6 months. First time in my life I don’t have insurance. Now I have to search for a doctor and hospital that are willing to put on a very extended payment plan.
Ain’t life grand?