Thought I could/should work through discomfort and then pain at the gym, supersetting overhead push-presses and triceps dips. LOL, nope, gave myself a labral tear and tore my supraspinatus. My shoulder now has an unpleasant popping feeling + significantly less strength when I'm doing anything like a bench press with my elbows properly tucked; I'll likely never be able to do narrow grip bench press or triceps dips again.

Why was this dumb? Because I was a personal trainer, and I fucking know better than to try and push through pain. But I was trying to get back into lifting seriously after losing a lot of time to the pandemic.

In middle school, I was playing racquetball at the YMCA, pivoted to hit the ball and something in my knee popped and it hurt like hell. Turned out to be a combination of lack of cartilage and Osgood-Schlatter disease (a painful lump just below the kneecap). The lump corrected itself, as it's something weird to do with bone growth in child development, but the cartilage deficiency is still a problem today. I can't do a lot of running or jumping or even kneeling.

When I was about 12 or so I had a AA battery and some copper wire I used for crafting. Out of nowhere I suddenly got really curious how good of a conductor that wire would be. So I pressed it onto both poles with my fingers. Had a nice black scorched line in my thumb for a few months because it turns out the excess energy needs to go somewhere. In this case in the form of extreme heat.

-freshman In Collage

• walk downhill to get food from cafeteria
• Winter in Alaska = ice city
• Spontaneous dancing
• Broken wrist.

Fell off a tram on my 16th birthday and sprained my ankle. I didn't realize, so I went into the local river "for fun" and I conveniently forgot to take my clothes off. So I come home, and the next day everyone thinks I tried to kill myself. I don't think they believe the real story, even now.

Tried to open a can with a pair of pliers. Got a nasty cut in the right index finger that had to be stitched.

Tried to cross ice covered river in the middle of winter. Fell in halfway through much to my chagrin. Turns out the ice was a lot less stable farther from the riverbed and I thought after testing the side of the river that the ice was thick enough to hold me. Honestly the walk home was probably the closest I have ever come to dying. I was about an hour walk away from home. My fingers stopped working before I got out of the woods.