This morning at the gym, I was in the middle of a set of shoulder presses when something in my back went funny. It was almost the feeling of losing my breath. I finished my set, but found myself unable to do any other upper body. Frustrated, but not ruined; I got my first lower body workout in quite a while done.

Got home, and the pain wasn’t going away. I wrote an e-mail to work saying I’d not be in and instead would be working from bed. being the driven young employee that I am, I went in anyway and worked a full day. It was bothersome, but I don’t think I did any harm, but probably would have been smarter staying in bed and getting it full rest. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.

At some point, I put out a feeler for anyone with some muscle relaxers. Illegal, I know, but I don’t drive anymore so I need to get my law-breaking somewhere! I developed a few leads from folks who had major issues in the past year and had a few of the bad boys left over. Unfortunately, the earliest I could get some would be 9PM. Up until 30 minutes ago, I was resorting to drinking. Not too heavily, but enough to get my mind off the pain… 30 minutes ago, my pill arrived.

Being the geek that I am, I hop on the Internet and do research… after popping the pill. Generic Flexeril is what’s in me. Along with a fair amount of alcohol (based on the number of hours I’ve been going at it, I could probably drive had I not taken the pill). If I don’t wake up in the morning, you’ll know exactly what happened and can tell the coroner to save the autopsy (Seriously though, someone should know… and I figure this is a better place to disclose the information than Facebook, eh?)

I kid, I kid… I’ll be fine, but damn this stuff hits hard. I can almost feel the drug coursing through my veins. Unfortunately, my back still hurts I skipped working out this PM (got a run in this AM)… Really don’t want to have to skip tomorrow, and definitely need to be better for a race on Saturday.

Onward and upward!