Day 490: Bad Backs & Barbarism

I'm all taped up like a gimp.

I went into the physiotherapy place today, well EARLY this morning, and got some much needed treatment for my back. It's not the greatest I must say. Frozen up around the upper spine and sore as hell. He was really good though, the therapist, and when I left I did feel moderately better. I have to go back in on Thursday for a follow up treatment where he'll then give me some exercises that I can start using to whip myself back into shape. 

I came home afterwards and passed out. I didn't sleep particularly well last night, the back being the mess its in, and was in need of some unconscious time. When I woke up my cousin was over with her new little one so we got to visit with her for a while. Then our babysitter Amy came and with that I descended into the basement to get some work done. 

I'm now down in the basement after taking Amy home, watching a bit of UFC in the background as I write this stupid thing. I haven't been watching much fighting the last couple of years. I used to be really into it, I have to say. Big UFC fan. And there are aspects of fighting I really like, no doubt. First of all, it would be great to have a bunch of trainers showing you how to do cool stuff. I was trained for a while in LA, for nothing other than to get back into shape, but it was a really great way to do it because you don't have to worry about anything at all, you just do as you're told. 

Oh man, my trainer (who also happened to be my ex-sister in law) would come to my house at 5:30 in the morning sometimes, and I'd stumble out of bed, throw something on and join her out in the yard. Then for the next 45 minutes or so she'd walk me through a whole battery of exercises and yell at me through the whole thing. Occasionally we'd go to parks and do all kinds of weird and painful workouts. So much better than having to figure out what to do on your own. 

And that's just the training. What about the motivation of having someone who's training at the same time as you, somewhere else in the world, focused on doing their best to hit you so hard in the face you get knocked out? If that doesn't spur you to focus only on what you can do to keep that from happening, I don't know what would. Imagine that. Someone comes up to you and says, "Oh hey, by the way Jerry, see that guy over there? Yeah, the one with the sleeve tattoos who's staring at you with pure hate in his eyes.. yes well on November 16th, he's going to try to kill you in a cage." 

Done. Book me in the gym. I need to keep that from happening. 

I suppose in a lot of ways it would be a little bit like having a big standup show looming in the future. I always used to have a hard time looking past any big shows, as if the calendar stopped on that day. Still, dying on stage can't be as bad as having your arm snapped in an octagon with thousands of screaming fans drunk on beer and violence surrounding you. Can't be. 

Unless it's a corporate show. 

I don't have the stomach for the fighting so much anymore. Not sure when it happened, but I do recall watching one fight where the guy had his jaw utterly smashed. It was one of the reality shows where they show all the behind the scenes stuff. The thing that I found the most disturbing, as if the broken jaw wasn't enough, was the behaviour of the fighters and coaches and everyone else involved.

It's hard to make the argument that it's not a descent back into a state of barbarism, all this cage fighting business. I held out hope with guys like George St. Pierre out there, someone who at least seemed to hold himself up to some kind of standard. He seemed like a true martial artist, whatever that is, but even he in the end he ended up having a breakdown and complaining about going 'crazy'. And you no doubt would if you're every waking moment was focusing on fight or flight responses. 

I just can't imagine that kind of pressure. 

Speaking of fighting, I met a new neighbour of mine today while I was at the therapist's office. She works there on the desk and must have seen my address when I was settling up afterward. Her very first question, asked with more than a little amount of concern: 'so hey, how's the neighbourhood up there? I just laughed.

Things have gotten pretty dicey up here of late. It's a shame because it's such a nice area, but what are you gonna do? Some people just like to get in each others face. People feed on it sometimes I think. Anyway, I assured her that we're cool and that it's really not that bad, despite the Melrose Place style drama going on. I invited them over for dinner sometime but I could tell she was still a little disappointed with the whole thing. That's gotta suck, when you buy a new place and then get a peek behind the curtain to find out it's not quite what you had in mind. Anyway, it's good to know we've got a couple of people coming in who seem to be pretty cool. 

Okay, that's it for me tonight. I've gone and done a terrible thing and started to watch a Frontline episode called "Escaping Isis". It makes complaining about the UFC look pretty foolish. Nothing compares to what I'm seeing right now. Barbarism at it's most primitive. Sickening. A poor way to end a blog.., a poor way to end a day really, but I can't not watch this stuff.

Surely it's important to know what's going on. 

Nite munks
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