So, last week, I took on an assignment for someone who temporarily can’t work because of a bad back. Two days later, I throw out my own back, with no apparent cause, proving that God is a devilish jokester. Or a chiropractor. Or both.
Feeling sorry for myself, I took a day off to whimper, until I realized I wasn’t getting any better hunched over in a chair. So I took to the road gently, then normally, and found that having a hurting back, like having a cold, isn’t an excuse to hit the couch. In fact, this New York Times article says exercise makes it better. And, sure enough, it did. My back felt worse on the two days I didn’t run, than on the days that I did.
Disclosure: I am not a doctor, and do not play one on TV. Consult your own body before trying this at home.
SUNDAY: Planned off.
MONDAY: 4 miles, 11:25 pace, with dog.
TUESDAY: Back attack. Gorging on Advil.
WEDNESDAY: 2 miles, untimed, with dog.
THURSDAY: 4 miles, untimed.
SATURDAY: 6.5 miles, untimed.
Total: 16.5, 157 pounds. No numerical progress, but hallelujah, my back’s better today!