It has been a tough year for running. I came out of last year in Spain super strong and super fit and I felt great. Got to Toronto and drove a desk and a car all summer, as usual, and knew I'd have work to do when I got back here. Then I threw out my back in Aug, the end of Aug....and it's still a problem.
Seems I have either pinched the sciatic nerve or have a herniated disc. Either way it is getting better very very slowly. Very.
Between this and my insane schedule this year, I have not been running much, bicycle commuting a lot. Running, no. And I miss it.
I have also been walking a lot less, which is also an issue related to time, availability and my crazy schedule.
I went for a run yesterday and it was a sad pathetic mess. My back was fairly sore, for no knowable reason, and I just didn't want to. So, as you might imagine, I didn't really.
Today, another story. Set off, thinking I would maybe go a long way, maybe do not much, but as I left Youngest got up looking for breakfast - I had said I'd make pancakes for her and her sister and her sister's friend who was here overnight. That was actually perfect, my short route that I know by heart, and a bit of a time pressure to bring it home.
Know what? It was great.
Towards the back part of the run, which is mostly slightly downhill, I had planned to be good and go carefully, but I felt great and I just ran it. I didn't kill myself, but I didn't go carefully (I AM SO SICK of going CAREFULLY!). I thought I'd pay, and pay and pay.
I got home, did the abdominal exercises I've been doing to maintain strength, but more importantly to support my back as I get older, and the stretching I've started doing when I realised I was losing flexibility with the whole back/sciatica thing, and know what?
I feel good.