So everyone knows I screwed something up in my back. Pinched a nerve. Pulled something in the trapezius* family. Something.
You know what happens if you are feeling kinda better and take an all day defensive handgun class? Flinch. And pain. Like can’t get out of bed without help kind of pain.
And more flinch. No matter how much you think about applying pressure to get the surprise break on that trigger, pain is an extra effective teacher. Even though your instructor spends special time with you with an awesome drill that you will make sure to use on some new shooters, you will fall back to the flinch.
And then you get to meet your freaking deductible in medical bills. Fan-freaking-tastic. Not to mention shooting like crap because raising your left elbow high enough to deal with recoil causes your neck to spasm. Like screw up your sight picture violent spasm.
I know. I said I was going to go ahead and do the class because an assailant was not going to ask me if I was feeling up to being assaulted in that moment. It’s true that they won’t, but you are not likely to need 250 rounds to deal with that assailant either.
The instruction was top notch, really. I had a couple of stages where I was hitting an index card like a pro. When I did everything he told me to do, I shot like a rock star. And then I wanted to cry. If you can’t bring your support arm perpendicular to your body without wincing, you’re not in shape for training. Get healthy, then train.
This is yet another time that I am telling you to learn from my mistakes. It is going to take a lot of practice for me to actually learn the skills that were taught and overcome the bad habits that the pain pushed. I’ve never had a flinch. And yet, now I’ve got to beat one. Don’t make the same mistake.
*which apparently is going to take a while to heal. Dammit.