14 Sep 2009 :: Things Get Freaky
Living in purgatory is kinda where I've been the last several years. I have a lot of things I want and will complain about, physical limitations via crappy back... ok, I don't really want to touch all of them again, but point is, while I think it has been a miserable two years, it really isn't that bad, or even close to bad. I'm just sticking up for the me generation.
Certain aspects of the crap boiled over into me making decisive action over what I could control, and I'm working into running again. My back isn't terribly pleased with the decision, but it is better than feeling neutered all the time. I managed three runs last week, though calling even one of them a "run" is libel, as I'm probably doing 9-10 minute miles and walking. I'm trying to stay slow to keep my back from jarring, and most of my muscle groups prefer that pace anyway.
Everything hurts, too. I played indoor most of this last year and I'm really surprised I played as poorly as I did, because my stamina and power are just gone. My goal is to manage about 12 miles a week at your grandmother's pace time.
I'll hopefully bump it up to lifting and other grand activities that have fairly superficial results; I've reworked a back program based off results from x-rays and the information I have been given, though it really might be chronic.
Whatevs, taking back one thing is a decent start. |
