Well because I really shouldn't be blogging, I figured if I'm going to do it, I might as well write about what gave me the concussion. Recently, Clark has decided to start doing P90x. To do this, he wanted to buy a set of weights and a pull up bar. The pull up bar is one of those things that fits on your door frame, and can be easily put up or taken down. Well, this convenience was actually our problem...
It was late Friday night, when Clark began questioning my ability to do even one pull up. At first I was offended, but then I realized he was probably right. I never work out. I get tired going up a couple flights of stairs, so the idea of lifting my body up above the bar seemed nearly impossible. I of course was not going to let him be right however, so I laughed at his remark as though I knew with confidence that I would be capable of doing it.
I then approached the bar, and prepared myself. Looking up at it, I realized it was a lot higher up than I had thought. I tested out a few different positions of how to hold my hands, but none felt quite right. It became even clearer that this was going to be extremely difficult, and I would likely fail miserably. I finally decided on a position that I thought would be easiest.
I said in my mind, maybe if I slightly jump, it'll make this a little better. I got ready, pushed off the ground, and pulled myself up as hard as I could. For a brief second, I found myself thinking "Hey! I think my chin is above the bar". After that moment, everything is kind of blurry.
I was right about one thing: my chin was above the bar. However, it was not because I had pulled myself up, but instead it was because the bar was moving down towards me. The bar had not been properly hooked on to the door frame, and therefore was crashing down to the ground with me. I slammed down onto the ground, with my head hitting first. My body was quick to follow which whipped my head and neck forward. Of course, the heavy metal bar then fell onto my chest and knocked the wind out of me. I immediately felt like I was going to throw up, and rolled over in tears.
Clark, the sweet caring boy that he is ;), began laughing hysterically. He quickly pulled himself together when realizing how much pain I was really in. I eventually picked myself up off the ground and crawled into bed. I was forced to stay awake for several hours because we both assumed at this point that I had sustained a concussion. Both Clark and I have unfortunately experienced several of these before, so we know the routine pretty well by now.
As I sat in bed trying to stay awake, I heard Clark giggle to himself. When I asked what was funny, he could only say one thing:
"I wish I had gotten that on video."