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Just over a week ago my new Physio, Jake, banned me from running but promised he’d have me ready to run at Bribie.
So when I turned up for my second physio session on Friday, I was fully prepared for more needles, more pressure points and more running ban. We’ve still got 3 weeks until the mini Bribie Triathlon.
Indeed, an hour of the same physio talk and tests ensued – there was jumping, hopping and twisting of my legs. Jake got his extra-thick needles out and did some more dry-needling – actually, a lot more. And it was really painful. I wished he would switch to acupuncture instead. Dry-needling is more of an archaeological dig for injury fossils inside me than just a few strategic pin pricks like you get with acupuncture. There is a lot of ‘rummaging’ with the needle tip once it’s inside and boy is it painful. Especially when he hits a nerve (yes that happened)
But then, as a magical surprise just as I was about to leave and make my next appointment, Jake announced that he was happy for me to go for a run. Well he called it a jog, but we all know that sounds much less serious than a run and what is the technical difference? I don’t know so I always claim a run, never a jog. Jogs are for wimps.
Anyway, I stared at him. Really? Yes, just take it easy, wait for at least 24 hours from now and don’t do more than 4km. Stop if you get any pain, but if you just feel a bit tight then you can keep running, he said.
I took this to mean that I am the best physio patient he’s ever had and I have healed at a speed that even Superman would be proud of. I patted myself on the back and hurried out of the office to plan my first Recovery Run. Continue reading