They called him the crooked man

At his police department, they had a nickname for Eric.

The Crooked Man.

His lower back had him leaning sideways. Upper body tilted to the left, in uniform, all day.

Three years of that. Three cortisone injections, every one of them failed inside 24 hours. Rehab he described as rinse and repeat.

He was bracing his knees to sneeze. Bending down first, because otherwise his back would give out.

But the pain wasn’t the part that got to him.

“Right now I look at myself as a liability with the way my lower back is behaving.”

Not a liability to himself. To his partners. A cop whose back might go out mid-shift is a problem for the people standing next to him.

Three years of unresolved pain stops being about training. It becomes about who you can be at work.

We started three months ago.

Last week he sent me this.

An eight foot fence with a steep drop. Landed on concrete. Zero back pain. His confidence on the job back near where it was when he started the career.

Three years of rinse and repeat, then three months of training built around what his back actually needed.

Nothing about his case was exotic. It needed someone to ask why his back kept giving out instead of chasing the spot where it hurt.

Gabe

PS. If pain has changed the way you live and not just the way you train,

​Book a free call and tell me what’s going on.

If I can’t help, I’ll tell you that too.