I’ll be taking a few days off. My body has finally given up: I pushed myself a little too far while doing some of the renovation work over the weekend and despite running a full and a half marathon, travelling to both ends of the continent, fighting off numerous proto-infections that threatened to derail everything, and doing dozens of hours of manual labour over the last two weeks while never taking a single minute more off of work, that part where I reached above the stove to adjust some venting was the metaphorical straw that broke… well, actually MY back. I’ve been sidelined and I think it’s my cue to take some down time for a couple weeks. When I can actually walk again without slouching in subtle pain, maybe I’ll do some short, slow runs, but until then…
I don’t even know what I did this time. I woke up Wednesday morning with a dull ache going all the way up and my calf and up the back of my leg. By late in the day it hurt to walk (so I skipped running, obs) and rested instead. Thursday it was a kind of electric jolt pain, and last night I was up most of the night barely able to lay down without feeling that oh-so-familiar back twinge that had sidelined me for a couple weeks last year. The catch: it’s on the other side of my back. It’s not even the same injury, but a mirror of it. I might be limping for a few days. *sigh* And… yeah: I can’t even tell you why it hurts. I just seems to have come out of nowhere.
More bad luck. Slipped on the ice carrying luggage into the house after vacation. Back injury? Again. Thank goodness for #Robaxacet! But, damn!
May Long Weekend: Injured myself. July Long Weekend: recovered, raced, and since logged 90 klicks over 12 activities following. I’d say that’s positive news, no?
That I’m not getting any younger… and that back injuries suck.
Pain is the awareness of life.