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Ow.

I pulled muscles in my neck at the gym today.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. I was probably working very hard to maintain this slamming bod, so you’re not surprised I strain myself sometimes. But it wasn’t that.

It was my first session for a few weeks. I assumed that the gym would be full of New Years resolution-ers who would probably disappear after the first week of January, but it was dead as always.

I pulled that, worked out this, pumped that thing, that got harder. It was all very thorough but I knew that since I’d had a break from it, I’d probably be achey later.

When I’d had enough, I popped back into the changing room. It was empty. First thing I took off was my t-shirt. My arms were a little stiff and sweaty, so I had difficulty getting it up over my head.

So much so that I got completely trapped in it.

My arms were stuck in the air, in a t-shirt completely covering my face and head. I squirmed and wriggled but couldn’t get out.

I thought I heard someone approaching the changing room, so I panicked. I couldn’t get someone else involved in my sweaty struggle with a shirt.

I started squirming so much that I heard a seam start to tear. I considered the option of just tearing the whole shirt up to get out, but one last upward thrust got my head free and the arms came with it.

I’d survived… this time. But I was out of breath and I’d pulled muscles on both sides of my neck.

This whole gym thing is a lot of hard work.