About six weeks ago, I did something to my back. I think it was trying to dislodge a frozen stake from our front gate on a frosty morning. Over the coming week, it got worse and worse and then I couldn’t walk or even get up off the floor. My back started having spasms when I laughed or sneezed or tried to do something ridiculous like lean forward. I missed a week of work (I called in sick even while working from home). It was awful.
So, I haven’t run in six weeks. This weekend is the Reading Half Marathon, which I will miss for the first time in 4 years. I have my number and parking permit already paid for. Well, stuff happens.
I wasn’t even able to ride my motorcycle. That was tough, because the weather has been pretty nice. Today, I finally got out on it, though.
I’ve never really had back problems before. It makes me feel old. It’s bad enough I’ll be turning 40 later this year. I feel too young to be this old.
Instead of my early morning runs, I’ve gone out for a few walks. This isn’t the same. When I’m running, everyone can see what I’m doing. When I’m walking, I’m just loitering.
But, my back is feeling better. My spirits are high. My bike is in great shape. I’m ready for the Summer (and 40).