Turns out the wife was right, proven via Justin over at 70′s Big no-less. I’ve probably strained my popliteus. I don’t need a new knee (yet), and I can stop throwing shit through the gym walls.
A bunch of years ago when I was young(er) and stupid(er) I decided to try driving my minivan into a telephone pole to see who’d win. Obvs the pole won. In the process I shattered my patella along with some other bones, my pride, and worst of all the van (may it rest in piece). A bunch of surgeries later and I was the student’s insurance version of the million dollar man.
Knee problems became a way of life at that point. Arthritis, clicking, random swelling, and occasionally I can pick up Soviet television through the wires. I learned to compensate. If I wanted to squat I had to change my form; toes pointed way out, feet super wide, and a bottom position that kind of resembled Sammo Hung Kam-Bo in a deep horse stance.
I’m not saying this was smart — remember the young(er) stupid(er) remark — but this is what I did.
After losing about 60 pounds recently I figured it was about time to tighten everything back up. My knees and legs felt great without that extra bulk and my entire lower half felt “springy”. In my defense I pulled in my feet and toes at slow increments for the first few weeks while working on my hip mobility, but I got cocky as the weights seemed to be flying off my back and adjusted my stance too much last week. I’m pretty sure my toes were pointed due north.
The worst part is that it was during a really light weight front squat. I usually supplement my low bar back squat with some lighter, higher rep front squats, and in this instance the 185 came and bit me in the popliteus.