Backcracker first.

I could say something bad about the chiropractor, and I probably will, but it wouldn’t be too nice. I mean, I don’t believe everything that the chiropractor or the acupuncturist tell me, but I still go to them because they’re good at doing what they do. Do I believe my spine is the center of all that is holy? Of course not. But my back sure feels a lot better. If his fancy gizmo says I’m in balance and my back feels better, that’s fine with me.

Tomorrow I go to the massage therapist I used to see when I was training for the marathon. I know he’s good but I haven’t seen him in years. I wonder what sorts of odd tricks he has now. The last time I saw him he’d found an air conditioner by the side of the road and fixed it for his apartment. He was a crack up.

4 thoughts on “Backcracker first.”

  1. I’m jealous of you. I want my back to be better. I hate my chiropractor’s receptionist so I refuse to go…how dumb am I? Very!
    See you soon!

  2. Your spine is the center of all things youthful and happy. Just imagine how elderly people look hunched and well, old. The excercises help develop your core strength, too. Plus, break a vertibrae and you’re in for all manners of pain and doom. So yeah, a limber spine is good.

    Anyhow, guys admire those really limber girls. On the flip side, girls admire limber guys (evidently being able to do the splits makes girls try to get in your pants). (Don’t pull anything trying to do the splits, dude, no girl in her pants is worth a Charlie Horse.)

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