Wounded by my workout.

You'll need a little background on this one.  Our workouts are extremely lo-fi.  There are no complicated machines, no wires, no pulleys, no weights even.  All you have is your own body, a resistance band and a door anchor.

But I don't have a door anchor.  I have a broomstick and, essentially, a rubber band - the type you wrap a floor mat with.

So, in a world of lo fidelity, I take things to a new low.

My method is as follows: put rubber band on broomstick and hold broomstick up behind garage doors.  Close garage doors.  Run resistance band through rubber band, exercise.

Easy eh?  Not really.  We've recently started a new workout - pulldowns.  Now for pulldowns one really does need a bit of height at the anchor position so I have stepped the levels of sophistication up a bit.  I have drilled a large hook into one of the roof beams in the garage.  Looks good, looks strong: excellent, let's do it.

The hook is strong.  The elastic band, not so much.  On the first pull it snapped resulting in the resistance band smacking me in the gut at full pelt.

It was an interesting sort of pain, not one that I have felt before.  I experienced a moment of Zen clarity and suddenly felt no pain.  I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe, I could only exist at one with the universe.

Eventually the moment passed and feeling returned bringing pain with it.  I stole a glance, genuinely expecting to see my guts all over the ground.  Not so, just a big red welt where my belly button used to be.