So there I was at the gym

Some things you need to know before I start this story:

1. I get to LCP at about 6:15-6:30 am, and I find an isolated spot to stretch before I start my reps.

2. They have a PA system that plays music, and occasional announcements of upcoming programs, including safety classes for kids.

3. I'm there to work out and jet, not to meet people. I exercise my misanthropy while I'm there, too.

Okay, the story begins here.

I'm sitting down, about halfway through my stretches, and a smiling older gentleman approaches me. He's wearing shorts that are a bit too short. He walks up to me and says, "I noticed something when you were bending over."

AT THIS MOMENT, on the PA system, is an announcement for a kids' safety class about "Stranger Danger!"

I am suddenly very, very nervous.

Moments later though, the man introduces himself as the owner of LCP, and he noticed that I was arching my lower back when I was touching my toes. This, he explained, is what leads up to the classic "I bent over to pick up a piece of paper and BAM my back went out" thing, as over time you keep working your vertibrae into going the wrong way. He suggested a different stretching technique, and some quad curls. I guess that if you strengthen that muscle, it helps hold you up so your lower back doesn't flex like that.

Also, Jacob wants you to know that he has a lightsaber.