I woke up yesterday morning, and the left side, in the bottom of my back felt…crunchy.
I know that’s a really weird way to describe it, but it felt like I crunched something between lifting and between teaching a class the day before. I played with the idea of still going out with some of the girls from Lululemon for our Wednesday workout, but by the time I went home and took two Advils, it was pretty clear that it was just not going to happen. I was exhausted, and the slightest bit of tension on my lower back was killing.
And then the irrationally anxious part of me started to rear its rude, ugly head.
//What if I’m really injured?
//What if I never run again?
//What if I magically, in the time where I don’t work out today, start drinking Cokes, eating Twinkies, and generally stop caring about my health.
And then the rational (ish) side of me kicks in. You pulled a muscle in your back lifting. It happens. Take a day off. And reassess in the morning.
Am I the only one who gets weird like this?
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Every time I hurt myself, I wonder if this will be the thing that ends my sport ability – I had a bout with plantar fasciitis last year that had me limping and I had to crab walk down the steps. I remember wondering, “is this the thing that’s going to make me walk with a cane forever?” You’re not weird. You’re just like me, but then, I’m weird. So I guess I didn’t help 🙂
Btw. I enjoy the occasional Twinkie-like treat.