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I'm a man for sucking it up.

I totally believe that unless a bone has snapped or an appendage is no longer attached, pain is just that. Suck it up.

That isn't to say there aren't circumstances when a man is allowed to cry. I mean, if you took 2 years to restore a vehicle, only to see some assknob open his door and ding it 5 minutes out of your driveway, then by all means, shed a tear. If hopping a sharp metal fence gets you impaled on one of the stakes, scream. That's okay.

Remember I was telling you about how sore my spindly legs were after in-line skating? Well, I was goofing around last Saturday, vowing to do 5 one-handed push-ups, when I felt something go POP.

Looking back, I think I pulled my groin. However, not being a sports medicine kinda guy, and deathly afraid of the doctor, I won't ever know what I actually did to myself. Except that I hurt. For the next minute, I laid on the ground, holding my leg and squirming from side to side, like a hockey player after a violent and vicious check.

Anyway, I shook it off and went to the driving range, having promised myself and the Toxic one we'd get in a couple of swings that weekend. I grinned and beared it. While she wasn't looking, I took a can of pop and "iced" it down. Sure it hurt, and I was doing all I could to not visibly limp in her presence.

Let me tell you it was mentally tough to be able to swing that club. I really had to put the pain out of my head to get a decent shot.

To this day, I don't know why I'm so freaking stubborn. Maybe because I find it wimpy when people writhe on the floor for any amount of time if no bone is poking through the skin. Perhaps I'm too harsh on myself and everyone else.

So to reward myself for hitting the range Saturday, I went again Sunday.

....By the way, it's my "leg day" at the gym today. Joy! posted by losir at 6:16 PM