I sustained my very first dog agility-related injury this weekend. It’s a little sad maybe but I feel like I have finally experienced a rite of passage. True to nature, I didn’t hurt myself doing anything cool or impressive. In fact, I don’t even know exactly what caused my neck to twist. All I know is, it really hurts when I turn my head. Actually, it hurts when I don’t turn my head too. But it happened during an agility workshop so it totally counts.
I am just a wee bit proud.
I am not a person who very often receives sports injuries. Mostly because I am not a person who very often participates in sports.
You can get up off the floor now. I know you are stunned.
Honestly, though, it is a little surprising I haven’t hurt myself more often given how clumsy I am. A klutz like me who can trip over an errant blade of grass on the sidewalk should have ended up in the hospital at least a dozen times by now. While I bruise very easily and can often be heard muttering “ow ow ow ow” under my breath, I have only broken one bone in my entire life. It wasn’t doing anything cool that time either. I was five years old and I broke my collar-bone while jumping on a pogo ball. (Did anyone else have a difficult time playing on one of those horrible death traps? It took me forever to find a good link. Mostly because I got distracted by this video of Extreme Pogo Ball athletes. Seriously.)
The last time I remember hurting myself this badly – so that I was in pain for more than five minutes – was in university when I pulled a muscle during my very first attempt at yoga. I couldn’t lift my left arm for weeks. Talk about embarrassing. All that stretching and breathing is a lot more dangerous than it looks. I took that as a sign yoga and I were just not meant to be friends and I never tried it again.
Come to think of it, after the yoga incident, I never tried any sport or athletic activity ever again. Until now, I haven’t hurt myself either. If it wasn’t for Shiva, I probably would have lived the rest of my life pain-free.
This is apparently something else nobody warns you about before you adopt a dog. You will very likely feel pain in places you never expected, in ways you never expected. And oddly, you won’t even mind. As long as Shiva perfects those dang weaves I don’t care if I end up in traction.
What kind of person have I become?