Oy! My aching back!
Yesterday, I went for a bike ride with my partner, Julie. We both wanted to put in a couple of hours, climbing hills (a notorious weakness of mine). So, I dutifully saddled up, and biked over to her house (about 2 miles from me). We then proceeded to attack a couple of hills. So far, so good, and no problems. Then we decided to take spin around Fiesta Island. This spot is perfect because it forms nearly a perfect five-mile oval, with a headwind on the back end of the road that really makes you work. Julie and I were clocking along at about 18 - 19 miles an hour and feeling pretty good. We knocked off after that, and went our respective ways.
Upon returning home, I sat down, did some letter writing and networking (have to find a new job). When I went to get up, my entire back seized on me. Lordy, lordy, lordy, did it ever take me by surprise. Have you ever had one of those back spasms so intense that it dropped you to your knees? That’s how it was with me. At that point, my only option was to hobble (and I do mean hobble) over to the medicine cabinet, down two muscle relaxers, and retire to bed. I slept most of the day, but in a fitful way, being unable to toss and turn the way I normally do.
I’m better today, but nowhere near to being back to normal. I can walk, but bending over or twisting to the side is agony. Julie says its my body’s way of reacting to the stress of being laid off. I say it was that damn speed trial on Fiesta Island. Not that it matters which one is really the culprit. What does matter is getting back to my old self. Wish me luck, fellow bodybuilders, and say a prayer for my recovery.
