On Sunday the hubby and I saw 127 hours. It's a true story and I really recommend that people go see it. But it raised the question for us both. If it really came down to it, if you got your arm trapped by a boulder against a wall, could you cut it off?
You are probably think, yes. The hubby thinks so, since trapping his finger at work (http://j.mp/edp1kz). But, it got me thinking tonight. What is my biggest fear? If, I feel so confident that I could chop off my own arm to live. Surely I can concur my biggest fears?
My first fear is the front drop. It's basically a graceful fall onto your belly on a trampoline up to your feet. I've hurt my back twice doing it. I do not joke, do it wrong and it really fucking kills. You hear the bones cracking as your legs flick over your head. The back muscles go hot and then it feels like they are on fire. You cannot breath as each breath burns. But you have to breath to ease the pain. Whilst someone arrives with ice packs it can feel like hours are passing. It's about a six week recovery.
I fear that pain. But chopping off your arm would hurt even more. So last night I began to take back my front drop.
To do this you have to start on your hands and knees, then to mat and finally to bed. I got to mat about a dozen times before I wanted to puke. Today I feel good. I took back a move. I took it back and owned it. This week I'm going to work my core muscles to strength my back to prevent that injury.
So mentally I'm that little bit closer to becoming free from between that rock and a hard place.
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