Growing up in our household, getting hurt was a signal to stop, getting sick an absolute time-out. So hitting those contingencies as a Xfitter has been occasions for second looks at that practice, because it is costly to stop.
My first injury occurred with a fall during a box-jump. My left hand took most of my weight as my head headed for the floor. Better the wrist, of course, but what was I to do with something bad having happened to that hand and it hurting a lot. I kept on going for about four weeks - one of the coaches had a similar injury - but finally went to a mano-ortho specialist, although I still didn't quit. He turned about to be an XFitter himself. There were no breaks and he told me to wear a brace for six weeks and come back if it did not get better.
The brace lasted about two days before I quit wearing it. Within about three more weeks the wrist was a lot better. Now, the only residual disability is box-jump phobia, but I am going to therapy for that.
Now something's gone wrong with my right hand, around the base of the thumb. I don't remember hurting it, but it does hurt. It's been five weeks and it's a little better. Do I go see the mano-ortho, killing at least 3/4 day or shall I wait this one out? Will wait-it out.
Then on Monday I used really poor form on my 140 lb dead lift and "ouch!," there went the lower back, just like they said it would. Was that my career? Well, no. Kept moving, rolled out the lower back, iced it, started back slowly, watched the form like a hawk. Kept playing. Last night I did front squats (1 RM @ 135 and 3 X 5 @90) and an AMRAP with 10 push presses in the cycle, where I was at 50 and completed 3 rounds. So I did 30 reps of the push press. Meanwhile, the low back had been getting better during the week, and I continue to pay strict attention to form.
Meanwhile I've had a cold. During week one, I just did one WOD. This past week was the second week, where I start to get better but am still coughing and hacking. Did three WODs. The first two were quite exhausting. Would I go into pneumonia? Last night was nearly back to my old self, although the right hand still hurts.
Meanwhile a new client (female, mid 50s) this week said "Wow, you look good!" when, for some reason during small talk, her age and then mine (66) came up. Then, last night, a young guy said, "I hope I do as well as you do when I'm your age." (I told him, "You'll do a lot better, if you stick with this.") I live for such moments!