This is my mildly depressing yet optimistic blog post about how much I hated being injured, and what an asshole my back has been lately.
In August I screwed up my foot. I was incredibly lucky to have only over worked a tendon and was back to walking limp free in a little over a week. I waited through a couple pain free days before getting back to the trails last weekend and had a short, but awesome 5kms on the trail… admittedly not the easiest terrain, we grabbed a chunk of the 5Peaks Golden Ears trail passing the best waterfall, but we kept the climbing slow and ran a modest speed flat and down. LET ME TELL – after 2 weeks of longing I felt ah-mazing. I was sure this was my comeback.
So what happened? Well, in true Amber fashion, we don’t really know. It wasn’t until the next morning… again… that I noticed there was a problem. Notice isnt the right word. I was brutally slapped in the face by a problem. The boyfriend and I had planned a morning hike to Lindeman Lake. We drove over an hour and when we pulled up to the parking lot I couldn’t get out of the car.
Yep. That’s right. I went to sit up and I got the worst back spasm you can imagine. I’d never felt anything like it before… pretty scary. I tried to move up. Couldn’t. Tried to go back down. Couldn’t. Tried to move to the left, and to the right. Couldn’t. The initial reaction from my boyfriend was of course to get back in the car and leave… but I wouldn’t let him. I got myself laid back down and reclined the chair a bit. We waited, I tried again, it happened again. After a bit of relaxing I was able to get out the car and walk around without any trouble. I was able to convince my boyfriend that this hike was happening… although he wasn’t happy about it.
I had absolutely no trouble with the hike. I felt great and my whole body was happy to be out on the trails on a cool morning. When we got to the lake we hung out for a bit withe a fishing rod in the water. I tried to lean on large rocks instead of sitting down fully and only felt a pinch here and there when I went to reach down for things.
Over the next couple of days I was at the doctor who told me to stop running (why do we go and see them anyways?) and to sit on my ass. Then the physio who told me not to sit still, to keep moving and keep stretching. I like him better. I know myself, and I know that this only bothers me when I am sitting. Today was my 2nd day back at my desk job, and I’ve been taking regular breaks to walk around and do some stretches.
Feeling about 80% about things today. The back bothering is minimal, the ache is small. But the worry is high. My original plan to end the season with 2 more 5 Peaks Races before racing my first trail half at Mountain Madness just isn’t going to happen. Taking it easy isn’t something I am good at, but I’m going to try my best.