Remember that horrible song by the band Papa Roach called “Scars”? You know, the one where they sing about how our scars are reminders that we have a past – yeah, that band really sucked but since we’re on the subject of scars and things that suck, we want to talk about the injuries we incur while doing what we love. Injuries suck for just about anyone but for an athlete or outdoor enthusiast they can really stunt a career or lifestyle. The moment of that initial break, fracture, tear, cut, or bruise brings nothing but sheer frustration, pain and “oh freak, I hope it’s not as bad as it looks!” After the pain subsides and time heals up our wounds, we are sometimes left with the remnants of that injury and as Papa Roach annoyingly made clear back in 2005, they are reminders of our fallibility.
While we cringe at the thought of injuries and hope they never befall upon us, we have to admit that when an injury does happen, no matter how small, we have to show it off. Why? Because it’s bragging rights; they are badges of honor and a declaration stating that we were getting rad when this occurred. We’ll upload pictures on Instagram and Facebook with hashtags like #injuriessuck, but really what we’re asking for is boss/baller status. Sure, it sucks if it causes us to be down and out, especially if the injury is severe, but we like to look back and say, “man, I am one tough bass turd!” Admit it, you have pictures of every gnarly bruise you’ve ever gotten while getting rad on any urban setup you’ve gotten destroyed on. There’s a secret and unabashed pride in our battle wounds, and hey, we get it. You can bet that we have a folder on our computer comprised of our battle wounds and we aren’t afraid to admit it because we can almost guarantee we’re not the only ones who do this.
Of course, we wish you all the best in your adventurous pursuits and hope that nothing too serious transpires, but if you do find yourself with a bruised butt cheek, staples or stitches, or perhaps a swollen body part, show if off proudly, because you earned that badge of honor. Now, where’s my donut sitting pad?