Every year this happens. I spend the winter and spring snowbound, shackled to my desk trying to keep up with classes, and then May arrives. Classes are over! The snow has melted! I leap up to bolt into the field, and…<SPROOOIING>. My body falls apart. If it’s not my knees, it’s my back. I have to curl up into a little ball of pain until the muscles and tendons readjust, and then move out gingerly, hoping none of the cables snap when I exert myself to, for instance, walk up some stairs.
So this morning, it’s off to the doctor, who I’m hoping will send me off to do some physical therapy, where I will finally learn how to avoid treating this pathetic body stupidly. It’s really wrecking my plans for the summer, too — I have a fair bit of fieldwork planned, but now I’m rethinking and developing some projects I can do sitting down in the lab, just in case.