07/09/2026
Turns out it’s broken.
February was the first month I’d trained properly since our third baba arrived. You don’t just stroll back into the gym with three under five at home unless you want to neglaect your role as a parent and husband. You have to earn that. And I finally had. Routine was back and we found a sliver of time.
Going regularly, making progress, actually chasing something for once.
March, small ni**le in the shoulder. Ignored it, obviously.
April, couldn’t do a push up.
Then months of resting it, physio, hoping, resting it again. Few runs here and there but nothing worth talking about.
Few weeks ago I finally got it looked at. Fractured. Not a sprain, not a strain. An actual fracture.
And that’s the bit that’s a pain in the hole. No fall. No impact. Haven’t played contact sport in years. It’s just gym, bit of running, bit of cycling. I didn’t do anything. It seems it just wore out, and I kept training on it because I’d waited too long to get back and wasn’t giving it up.
So the goal’s gone. The block’s gone. Still protecting it, still can’t load it, still sitting here waiting on it. And there’s nothing to do about it. No exercise, no protocol, no clever fix. Just time.
That’s the whole plan. Wait. 🙄
Turns out I’m just getting old. 👴🏻
If something’s been niggling at you, go get it . Don’t do what I did. Hope you’re having a better day than me.
