It was bound to happen sooner or later

Yep, you know what I'm talking about. The Super Hero athletic injury. I don't know how it happened, but today while in the gym with my trainer, a horrible stabbing pain underneath my left shoulder blade reduced me to a sniveling, little toddler crying for mommy.

I mean it felt as if a tiny Leprechaun climbed up underneath my shoulder blade using a pick-axe, then shoved it in a nice tight spot and started swinging to-and-fro - all the while screaming with a maniacal laugh.

This cut my training time down to only 15 minutes on the stairmaster. You say, but the stairmaster has nothing to do with your shoulder. I say - but Gunter the cell master, a.k.a. the trainer wasn't showing any mercy in our 40 minute dance on the gym floor. Therefore, instead of throwing up with an audience, I chose to leave the gym and call it a day OFF.

If you care, that was at 10 this morning and it's 6:47 p.m. now and I'm still in writhing pain. Since the workout was cut short, I really layed off the calories today and consumed a Muscle Milk light, coffee, a chicken breast, some tuna, a rice cake with almond butter and now the nectar of the Gods, Italian red wine. I get no pleasure downing Aleve, Advil or Ibuprofen - I mean really, doesn't grape juice taste a whole lot better going down?