Given my recent finger fracture, I’ve been trying to stay active by doing some weightlifting and Crossfitting with an emphasis on activities that don’t require too much use of my fingers.
Well, in my most recent workout the WOD included a series of 20 box jumps for time. I felt great at the time… even though the workout killed me, but the day after I felt some soreness in my right achilles.
Ever since what happened to Kobe Bryant… the NBAs must durable athlete, I’ve been hyper-aware of achilles issues.
Of course I turned to google and found tons of info on folks having complete achilles tendon ruptures while doing box jumps.
Here are some of the best ones that I’ve found:
I was on my 297th rep with about 50 seconds left in open WOD 13.2 and on 298 I found myself on the floor with only one working foot. Box jumps were always a go to movement for me and now I am looking at a 9-12 month recovery before I will be back to 100%. That is a hard pill to swallow for a former collegiate basketball player and fairly competitive CrossFitter. This was the first year I wouldn’t qualify for Regionals. The infamous Achilles rupture……
If you were wondering how you might go about destroying the strongest and thickest tendon in your body, a simple way to achieve this feat would be to perform high rep box jumps.
How many blogs do you have to read until you realize how f*cking retarded box jumps for time are? The answer should be one. This one. Or any of the 50 other blogs containing detailed accounts of people exploding their f*cking Achilles tendons whilst doing high rep box jumps. On Saturday, two workouts into a competition, I felt something I hope none of you ever have to experience. While landing on rep 48/50 of only a 24″ box jump my Achilles exploded like Justin Beiber on the pop charts. Because I failed to listen to others, I have a surgery and 5-9 months of recovery to look forward to*
Needless to say… I’m taking this achilles soreness as a charitable warning from my body to take it easy and to avoid box jumps.
I had heard somewhere that after turning 30 it’s like the warranty on your body runs out… and things start to go wrong. Welp… here I am at the age of 32 with a broken finger and a sore (but thankfully not exploded) achilles. Looks like the warranty is definitely up.