The superstitious side of me was afraid to post about my foundation training and the retreating low back pain I have experienced. It’s too early for any sort of celebration and I am acutely aware that things might take a turn for the worse at any given point. I just needed to post a little optimism on my blog. There hasn’t been a whole lot of that less than optimistic energy posted here in the past few months. Too much.
Today, however, I felt a new onset of neck soreness. Initially, I thought it was the result of looking down for 8 hours a day for my current project. But then I began thinking that it could be the result of the exercises I am doing for my low back. This is not because the exercise are bad for you; developing a strong, well-supported backbone CANNOT be bad. It is because I may have been a bit too gun-ho about my new routine. Just maybe.
So I decided to take a rest day.
Then I felt a niggle in the neighborhood of my left SI joint. It was nothing to write home (or blog about)…unless you are me. I stood up, leaned back on my heals and stuck my tushie out a for a founder exercise right there in my cubicle. I still felt it. I laid down on the floor and did a back extension. Still there. I ended up doing the entire basic workout and then went out for my lunchtime walk.
By the time I returned to my cubicle, it was gone.
I breathed a sign of relief and finished out my day.
Today, the morning distraction of brotherly teasing-gone-overboard left me short on time. I abbreviated my routine figuring it could be a good thing but am now feeling an all too familiar uncomfortableness. My attempt to steal some privacy in the bathroom was unsuccessful due to the overly diligent cleaning guy… and nobody seems to want to leave their desks for lunch.
It’s apparent that I need to be as consistent with this as I have been with training (back in the day). The progress I have felt is a good sign. But the cement on this new foundation is still wet and vulnerable. I still have much rebuilding to do.
Bill Reisinger says
Wet cement and little hand impressions. There are some in the brick work around the “fire pit”. Stay well and strong.
I love the cement analogy and hope your weekend has afforded you enough privacy to get done what you have to get done, and that all is less wet.