I can't tell you how many times I heard "son don't pick that up you'll regret it later". I'm hear to tell you I should have listened. I raced motorcross for years, sometimes hitting jumps tapped out in fifth gear and flying 115 feet threw the air, built my house using ALLOT of natural sand stone for the walls "all set in place by hand", and loading firewood "well it's not all fun and games anymore". I messed it up pretty bad about 10 yrs ago building the house then boogered it up on a jump while riding and now picking up a chunk of firewood I had no business lifting. I've had two miserable months of agony with no let up so Wed is D Day, going to a specialist "wish me luck". Ironically the only thing that gives me relief is working on my car, I think it's because I'm up, down, under, over and always changing positions. Whatever the reason my wife has her doubts "it does sound fishy" like a good excuse to go to the garage, but it's true.