There’s just nothing like having your life turned upside down by an injury. Oh yes, I totally recommend it to everyone. Of course, I’m being sarcastic. It is a horrible experience to have to endure. I was doing well, finally getting back into my workouts (not at such a high intensity, but still, back out there), and now I’ve taken two steps back.
The last six or so days, I’ve gradually had more and more pain and discomfort in my back. Seems to have started last Wednesday evening or thereabouts. The only thing I can guess is that the 5k the previous Saturday and then the gym workout last Monday, then followed by a rough session of physical therapy did me in. Was it too much too soon? Honestly, I don’t know. Neither does my doctor.
Yesterday, I went to work like any other day. I was not feeling well in the slightest. I did my best to drudge through the morning and was just so uncomfortable and in pain that I knew I had to do something. So, I got an appointment with my sports medicine doctor. After working a little less than half my scheduled shift, I left work to hopefully get some answers and more importantly, to get medication or something to help me feel better. The doctor didn’t tell me much that I didn’t already know, sadly. He did let me know that my back was a bit inflammed which was more than likely why I was in pain. He gave me some pain meds I could take without passing out in a sleepy stupor and some anti-inflammatory.
This experience has been beyond frustrating for me. It’s such a big hurdle in my longing to be fit and active now. I lost weight and planned on being active the rest of my life. It seems as though that the moment I found a sport I loved (running) that I hit the rock in the road. It continually feels as though it is impassable. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not even remotely giving up, but damn is this hard. I’ve been listening to my physical therapist and the doctor in regards to getting gradually back into my fitness regime, but even that seems to be difficult. My back just seems to want to win this “battle.” I refuse to go back to the old me and not be fit. So, the fact that I’m told not to workout at all for a week (like my dr told me yesterday) is a tough pill to swallow. Of course I’m going to listen, I don’t want to make my problem worse, but when do I get to take back my active life again?
Anyone out there going through or have you gone through something that you can relate to my current experience? If so, I’d love to hear your story. Post here in the comments or drop me an email.