It's always SOMEthing.

A couple weeks ago, I pulled something in my neck while doing overhead presses, one of five lifts that I do in my new weight lifting program.

My neck muscles were stiff and tight afterwards. I decided to take a week off of lifting, and even took a break from running because I noticed that even a run made it stiffen up more.

So last week, no workouts. Not a one.

It was nice, I'd been going pretty hard-core for quite a while, and I think it was time for a break. I enjoyed it. But I also looked forward to getting back to it. I've really come to love weight lifting and find that I miss it during a break like this one.

I decided that today, Sunday, I'd do another run, and then get back to my weight lifting routine on Monday.

But? I've done something awful to my shoulder.

This shoulder always pops a lot, but rarely hurts. Now, I can't pick up a bowl of animal crackers without gasping in pain.

I don't know what on earth I did to it. It doesn't feel like I slept on it wrong. It doesn't feel like sore muscles. It feels like my shoulder joint is tearing apart.

I'm frustrated and sad, because I've called off my run for today since I really need to keep my shoulder immobile, and I'm probably not going to be able to do my weight lifting tomorrow. As I mentioned, there are only five lifts involved, and I can't do four of them with this shoulder pain.

This week off was supposed to be good for me, and I can't believe I've ended it by somehow hurting myself in some random way enough that I can't resume my workouts like I'd planned.

Bollocks.