took my dad to the gym today because him falling and breaking his wrist at the beach finally threw the light switch that getting stronger is gonna be pretty important as he gets older. was great, i took him through a warm up, some basic lower bodyweight stuff and a couple of machines and then we stretched. his wrist is still much too fucked up to do much upper stuff but that's okay. wouldn't call it a workout but i got an hour of moving around and doing some mobility and stretching in.
my right knee felt fine all day until, after he left, i went back to do shoot around and do some jumping. it started hurting as i was walking back into the gym.
i'm starting to wonder if these intermittent pains are psychosomatic somehow. the damn thing still hurts as i type this. wtf.
EDIT 10/1:
RE: psychosomatic. thought about it more last night and this morning. my knee still hurts today, although not as badly. but i wonder if a lot of the lifetime of odd, apparently idiopathic aches and pains that i've had since i was a little kid is somehow related to fear of athletic inadequacy or underachievement. this is related to the realization i had toward the end of college that i'd really coasted through most of my life to that point: school was easy, tests were easy, i'm naturally "smart," without trying, in ways that society rewards, i'm good-looking, and to some degree i'm funny and personable. also white, straight, middle class, and a dude. everything is easy.
athletically, getting good enough to compete (but not win very much) at a high level of fencing was easy in middle school and high school. same for ultimate frisbee, at which i got competent but never great, despite having the basic tools to do so.
BUT.
but.
all that shit made me feel like a wuss. i got good enough grades, but my friends who got straight A's in college because they worked hard absolutely awed me. there is something special and amazing about putting your ego on the line to get really good at something, to try really hard and accept the possibility that your best effort might fail. that is why i started trying to dunk in the first place: it seemed hard and i was very far away from being able to do it. sticking with it all this time, even through all the wheel-spinning and dumb injuries and whatever, feels good even though i haven't gotten there yet.
some of y'all who've been around have heard this story before, but i'm coming back to it because i wonder if all the aches and pains i've had since i was a little kid have been a way for my body and brain to make an excuse for themselves. my shoulder's messed up. back's killing me. i'm getting a sharp pain in my knee on the swing phase. to be fair to myself, i have had my share of certifiable injuries -- separated shoulder, 5-6 ankle sprains, etc., plus arthritis for the past 5+ years -- and so i know what that level of pain feels like and i know that i don't just have a super low pain tolerance or something. but the random aches and pains, the idiopathic injuries like the one i've had the last few days in my right knee, are still beyond my ability to explain. so i wonder if at some subconscious level they're just from a place of fear, of excuse-making for not trying harder.
i doubt that that's the explanation. but it's a thought that's been with me for a long time and one that won't go away.