It has been a long few weeks… ones in which I spent insane amounts of time and money trying to figure out A) what the hell is wrong with my back and B) how to fix it. Midway through this arduous process, I went to my GP and pleaded for painkillers.
This is notable because it is no big secret that I hate drugs. I wouldn’t have done this just so that I should be able to run; but I couldn’t even roll over, and every time I did in my sleep the pain would wake me up. (Not that these pills helped in the pain relief area, but they did knock me out.)
I went to an acupuncturist — not my own, because he’s only local once a week — who wasn’t exactly all there. He also put these in my ear:
(Note the yellow nails. Mid-life crisis.) He told me that once I try them, the stress-relieving properties would be so great that I wouldn’t ever want to leave home without them. Uh, yeah. If they work, then I would have seriously killed someone without them, because the next day was pretty hellish!
An X-ray and MRI later, it has been confirmed that there really isn’t anything structurally wrong with my back. Okay… so why does it hurt??? I was told to read Healing Back Pain: The Mind-Body Connection, which I did, even though I don’t think it really applies to me, since I (thankfully) don’t have chronic back pain. And this method didn’t really work for me, either.
The only thing that did work was acupuncture. (With my acupuncturist, not the crazy dude.) I never thought that the mere act of rolling over would bring me such joy! That was a week ago, and even though my back felt fine, I gave it a couple of days… and read that book over the weekend, and got all excited to run on Sunday.
I lasted 42 seconds. It hurt to run. This was, obviously, a pretty devastating discovery. Not to mention that my thighs are less than thrilled with all the biking I’ve been doing lately. (On the plus side, I can now ride uphill while standing on the pedals instead of sitting in the saddle, so yay.)
I tried again on Tuesday. I lasted a quarter mile.
And on Wednesday, my chiropractor called me (huh? I told her I wouldn’t be back) and agreed that it would be a good idea for me to go back to PT to “work on [my] core.” Um, I don’t think I have a particularly weak core — I couldn’t hold a plank for three minutes if I did. “Not weak, unbalanced.” Okay. Whatever that means. So I went out to try running again before going to PT, since I needed to be able to localize the pain.
I lasted a mile. And it’s not like the pain sticks around after I run, provided I ice it — it’s just during a run. (This would be less of a problem if it didn’t slow me down.) I really have no idea what to make of this. But I went to see my acupuncturist this morning, so hopefully I can also run without pain now. We shall see.
I received these at some point during the past few weeks… they were neglected until I was able to wriggle into them!
I didn’t wear those today — it’s hot enough already, thanks very much, the shorter length will do. I’d normally run to the park for a group workout, but I didn’t want to be stranded there if my back didn’t cooperate, so I rode my bike instead. And then I found out that we were going to be doing a 5K time trial. Well, ha ha, that’s a very funny joke.
Perfectly respectable pace, except that it’s not exactly a time trial, since the whole point of a time trial is to complete the distance as quickly as you can, and I know I can run faster than that. Trying not to beat myself up over it, instead being happy that A) it definitely didn’t hurt as much as it did in the beginning of the week and B) perfect negative splits!!
So, yeah. I’d cry tears of joy, but I’ll save those for when everything is 100%.
And now a glut of photos clogging up my memory card.
That isn’t all of them, actually. But I do believe that’s quite enough of me for now.
“Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears.”
(is that so.)