Broken (plus points and porn)

Tonight I broke myself.

Last week I hurt my back while putting on my pants or through some other mundane activity and, while it slowed me down, it never really stopped me. I was cautious of movements, did a lot of stretching, saw a physio, took a few pills, got tipsy with Ferns, but kept working out and it got better, but never really good, so I just decided to ignore it until it went away. Typical me on many levels.

My afternoon schedule fell apart today leaving me with the whole time free, so I had a workout, did some work, and decided to go for a trail run in the bush behind my hotel. That was a huge mistake as about two kilometers in I stepped the wrong way, the back clenched, and this self proclaimed bad ass with metal in his dick was down in the mud, which I had avoided until that point because I had my fancy Thumper recommended shoes on. I could not move for about three minutes and finally pulled myself up and out and made it to the road where I sat on the sidewalk waiting for someone I work with here to come pick me up after I texted her something that I am sure will come back to haunt me. Broken.

So, in the quest for March’s exercise points, I officially conceded to the Kiwi, but know I gave it a good fight. Actually, this whole point thing has been really good for me because it’s making me kick in and kick myself off of the couch. I am still nowhere close to where I want to be, but just know that with patience it may one day happen. The saddest part, however, is I worked hard, the Kiwi worked hard, and Thumper, who had a week of sickness and a week of vacation this month still almost beat us. If it had been a real month for him, we’d be shamed by the bunny points I suspect. That rabbit and his running (I would complain but I like the way it makes his ass look naked way more than I mind trying to keep up) (just sayin’).

Exercise aside, this trip has showed me how OC I am about things in my life being stable which, I suspect, is how I balance the fact that I am completely unstable when it comes to day to day life due to my work. Axel has a really bad case of the flu and has been off kilter and uncommunicative due to that and home at weird times while Thumper is 800 or so extra miles away from where he is supposed to be too. Neither of those facts make any difference in my day, since I am not home with Axel and since Thumper and I are always many miles apart, but it’s just funny how both of those things have combined at a time when I don’t recall ever being so horny and ready for sex. Pure demented sticky gooey sex. It’s like a conspiracy with one sick and disinterested and the other surrounded by family and beaches, I can’t get either to send me dirty pictures, tell me nasty stories, or pose naked for me. I feel so powerless and yet oh so ready to almost beg. Even with the back feeling the way it does I still think I could go to town, so to speak.

That said, the Steelheart has shipped and will likely greet me at home (unless it got shipped to Thumper since he ordered it) and it’s still about two more weeks before I see Thumper, so I think I will just sit and pout now.

And look at porn. Porn and more porn. Poor horny me.

Damn self monitored chastity.

3 thoughts on “Broken (plus points and porn)

  1. Ufh. Back stuff is no fun. I messed up my lower back in 2011 and it’s been a long slow road to make the necessary changes wrought hence. It’s changed how I work and play and sleep and have sex and… Well, everything really.

    I hope you are mending, and quickly.

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  2. As the aforementioned goading Kiwi I have to say:

    In Yo Face!

    No, its always a tough balance between pushing your limits and actually causing harm. I know I’ve pushed through a bit of pain in the points pursuit.

    (hey waitaminnit, could this be another tortured bdsm allusion..)

    I know you’re a big boy (rumour has it) but be careful. You only get one etc, etc…

    But in saying that, there’s still a whole Lotta ass
    whupping to come this April.

    Bring it, teddy bear.

    xoxo

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