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Day 15 :

Beijing.

I’ve been escorted from Point A to Point B by young Chinese girls (traveling in pairs) more times in the last 5 days than I care to admit to my mom. On the way to work. On the way home from work. On the way to dinner. On the way home from dinner. I feel like a young Wilt Chamberlain without the mustache. Avec an affinity for young Asian women.

I’d love to take the time to share with you our second opportunity to hike along a somewhat remote section of The Great Wall,





But I’m afraid to tell you that I’ve suffered a rather serious, potentially handicapping injury. Wendy, my Massage Therapist 2 blocks down the street from my hotel, refers to it as a, “See Me 3 Days a Week” injury. For those of you in the medical field, you know that’s some serious shit.

I was working out yesterday, and I was doing this exercise for my upper back when it happened. A blinding pain of a seemingly pulled, torn, or otherwise exploded Glute muscle on the starboard side of my undercarriage. To fully appreciate the gravity of the situation, I’ve included a photograph of exactly what was going on when it happened.