You know it’s time for a rest day when…
…you need four ice packs. FOUR.
One for your foot, one for each knee, and now, one for your godforsaken lower BACK?
The lower back that has never hurt this much, even when you used to train heavily for a sport so demanding on this part of the body that half your teammates were heavily medicated at all times in order to manage their herniated disks?
The Riveting Saga of Sweaty Kid’s Injury Whack-A-Mole continues…
(You know, Injury Whack-A-Mole! The game in which you manage to get one ache under control, only to find that another one pops up somewhere else. Just like the amusement park game, except you don’t win a creepy-looking stuffed animal at the end.)
In any case, that now-undetectable hamstring pain that cropped up mid-run a few weeks ago? That made sense. The knee pain? It’s tendonitis — no mysteries there. The foot pain? Fine. I get all of that. I understand all of those aches.
But this? This utterly debilitating back pain? This is completely out of left field.
It started without warning yesterday afternoon as I was going about my business. A mild aching, enough to make me pay attention. Simply to score injury prevention karma points with the universe, I iced it. I went to bed. I tossed and turned all night and it ached. I lay awake this morning and considered whether the elliptical, rowing machine, or stationary bike might be a decent course of action for loosening things up.
But as I struggled with basic tasks such as rolling over out of bed, picking my socks up off the floor, and sitting down on the toilet, it became blindingly clear that laying on the rug and crying would be the option least likely to cause additional damage.
I’ll make the 1.5 mile walk to work like usual in a little while and hopefully it will come to light that this is all a figment of my hypochondriacal imagination.
Suffice it to say, I’m struggling this winter. Maybe running as much as I did last week didn’t help. Maybe I’m imagining all of these aches. Maybe if I lost 20 pounds all the stress on my body would be decreased and I’d have fewer aches to navigate. Maybe if I keep this up I’ll wear out my knees by age 25 and spend the rest of my life feeling bitterly resentful any time someone runs past me as I hobble down the street. Maybe I have arthritis… everywhere. Maybe my SI joints are just a little wonky right now. Maybe this is still a matter of my body adjusting to the orthotics. Maybe I’m grossly overreacting and will wake up tomorrow feeling spritely as an elf.
Maybe I should just take up swimming from now on.