Paleo Rehab

I just got back from my first day of rehab after my quad rupture. This is a huge step for me, because my steadfast rule after my first nine sports-related surgeries has always been:

1. I don’t do follow up visits.
2. Rehab is for old ladies.

In the past my form of rehab was to wait about 6-9 weeks after major tendon reattachment, and then just start training hard as possible again and force the joint and surrounding muscles to keep up. Guess what? IT FUCKING WORKED! It’s what I call Paleo Rehab, it’s what a caveman would've done if he had major surgery. He would probably wait until he could walk again and then he would go HUNTING, or he didn’t eat! He wouldn’t worry about those tiny supporting muscles and connective tissue, imbalances, flexibility, future health, the mind body connection . . . BECAUSE HE JUST WANTED TO EAT A MASTADON!

So, I sat there while I got a mild electronic charge of stimulating current shot through my knee, with a side order of a hot thing that sat on top. I was then put through a series of exercises that were so mild...I couldn’t feel them. Truthfully, getting in and out of my wife’s Volvo requires way more muscle, effort and flexibility, so I should just do that about 20 times instead. The therapist was telling me how we were working the small muscles that help keep things stable and blah blah blah...

I said “I ONLY TRAIN THE BIG MUSCLES BOY!” I didn’t become the dominator by training small muscles dammit!

Now I’m on the fence about what I’m going to do about this rehab bullshit. I basically have to jump through hoops just to get out of the gym to get to the rehab place. Should I just go all Paleo and use my strength training instincts?

So stay tuned my little Pulcimaniacs and see if Uncle Steve can bull his way through his own rehab with total disregard of the advice of doctors, friends and family without ending up with a permanent pimp walk.