About two years ago I strained something high in my traps, around the area of my seventh cervical vertebrae. At the time I assumed that health would follow injury of its own accord as so often it has in the past. Out of frustration, of late I’ve been dropping backward onto the ground trying to get whatever needs popping in there to pop. Alas, I succumbed to the embarrassing fact that I needed a person trained in these matters to have a look at it. I had a number of chiropractors recommended to me, but the other day at breakfast I finally heard details on a specialist who would suit me.
Since going to see Dan Nelson, I feel like my old 100% was my true 85%. I could not conceive of how grossly I was tipping, stiffening, and short-stroking my movements in order to compensate for the discomfort I hoped to avoid. Nelson sold me a kettlebell and showed me how to start using it. My body works like a machine now. My uncle, who is also a carpenter, recently turned 65. Because of him I know its possible to perform this work for 30 more years with the same body. Perhaps our family will have two men in its history to meet this mark.
It is cold in Seattle, but the chill brings a clarity to the air, the lungs and eyes. A few, tender, spring-time miracles hang on to delight in the shadows. For the most part the grounds are sad, muddy, brown or bare. But the city always shines.
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