Did you ever read an issue of X-Men (or Wolverine, or Alpha Flight, or Avengers, or any other comic where Logan hangs out on a regular basis) and see Wolverine get shot/beaten/stabbed/lit on fire/swallowed by whales/bikini waxed and ask yourself “how does that feel?”
The guy’s a tank, he’s got a healing factor that can repair his body, but he’s no Darkman. He feels pain every single time his claws go out, every time he takes a bullet, every single wound. It heals, but only after he feels it.
So I’m going to ridiculously compare myself to Wolverine and say, “I have a mutant healing factor”.
This week I went to the gym and was embarrassed by the personal trainer who reminded me that I am so far out of my prime physical condition and so out of shape that I have the health age of a 57-year-old man. I nearly passed out working out, and I mean, I saw spots and got that “where’d the treble go?” pitch shift in my hearing, as my brain was dealing with some terrifying oxygen/CO2 ratios in the blood. It was brutal.
Last week, I blew up my arms and shoulders and spent 3 days unable to fully extend my arms without pain in the interior elbow. This week, my outer thighs remind me that I’m a wuss every time I sit or stand.
Somehow, the body heals. We do lots of physical things every day, and little tiny muscle tears occur and our body fixes itself. We all do what Wolverine does, just not to the same degree. It’s pretty cool, if you think about it.
So as I sit today and feel my thighs burning up, I just remember that I’m going to heal, and be okay…
… and that I signed up for this on Saturday: