So Jake the Physio inspected me at lunch time today and advised that my brand-new back pain is caused by a strained joint, around L4 and S1. Which wasn’t a groundbreaking revelation because I did it whilst straining my joints, trying to pick up some wood that was far too heavy for me to lift.
Was it self-sabotage? No, I genuinely thought I could lift the wood – and I threw an epic tantrum when I not only failed to lift it, but collapsed to the floor and had to crawl back to the house in pain. I phoned my mum in tears to complain about the unfairness of my stupidity. Why couldn’t she have endowed me with smarter genes that knew not to lift heavy things 7 days before a race?
Anyway, I knew my back felt really really bad, so I had been ready to hear a really really bad prognosis. But then Jake said ‘strained joint’ and that sounded pretty mild to me and I thought everything would be OK.
Plus, even though I couldn’t bend over and had to roll out of the car to get to the gym, I had been able to cycle, run and swim in the 36 hours between injury and Physio appointment without the pain getting any worse. No better, but no worse either. Continue reading