This Happened

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by LB

A better title for this post may be “How I broke my sternum” a few months back. In the case of this particular Larry (that’s me), I was doing a front plank, which I held for a wobbly minute, after which I pushed up from it so I could be in a position where my thighs could do the actual work of standing up.

I’d done it daily for years, but this time I heard and felt a “crack!” It took about three months to heal, although it was only supposed to take half that time. The reason it didn’t is because I kept testing it out by using – I mean trying to use – light dumbbells for flyes, which of course only exacerbated the situation.

Moral of the story? Hmm, how about “Competition is an unnecessary and dangerous activity, even when the only person you’re competing with is you.

(image by Joe Heller in honor of the late, great Peter Yarrow)

LYMI,
LB

Why I will never say “Happy Thanksgiving!”

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The good news is that I recently learned that the historical bit about the U.S. Army deliberately giving the tribes on the trail of tears contaminated blankets is a myth.

The bad news is that our Thanksgiving is also a myth, which I believe most people know but celebrate anyway. Let’s face it, if the new arrivals and the long-established Indian People of the Americas had really made nice to each other in early days, everything here would be a hell of a lot different.

The cartoon at the top of this page is the only way I can let myself acknowledge what this day is. Humor may not be the meaning of life, but it sure as hell helps us through it.

(via good ole GoComics.Com)

LYMI, LB