This morning I noticed that my left arm was feeling a bit out of sorts and finally narrowed it down to a strained feeling in my biceps. It wasn’t pain, necessarily, it just felt odd. A little inflamed, perhaps? But what had I done to deserve such random discomfort? I sleep on my back and didn’t work my arms hard during exercise yesterday, so I didn’t know what was up.
Being the interesting, curious little man that I am, sometimes I like to do things “just to see.” One of these “just to see” activities I sometimes partake in is attempting to do a usual activity in an unusual manner. At work we have large rolling warehouse doors that open and close by pulling a long chain. Sometimes I try pulling the chain down from behind my back, just to see how that works my arms and shoulder muscles differently. Sometimes I try using my left hand as I brush my teeth. Yesterday, I thought it’d be interesting to start taping up our shipment boxes at work by holding the tape gun in my left hand instead of my right.
Welp, there’s your problem right there.
Somehow, in the midst of attempting to ambidextrously train myself (and to keep myself entertained while the workload is at a calm pace), I strained something in my upper left arm. Most warnings about curiosity being the killer of cats come in the form of life-threatening situations or near-deadly encounters. Mark Mushakian? Well, he gets little biceps boo-boos from taping a box differently.