I was surprised yesterday when I was able to whip out an hour total on the stepmill, stairmaster, and elliptical with relatively little back pain. Just sitting...or standing...or laying down hurts. In fact, when I was cooling down I thought this stint with geriatric back pain was over, but as soon as I got off the machines it started up again. Sigh.
Even after an honorable mention in Q's Christmas Poem , I managed to talk myself out of a run today and was only able to talk myself into a swim with the promise of a sauna afterwards. The first mile was pretty forceful and productive and again surprisingly pain free other than my elbow tendonitis (I see that you see that I'm falling apart here...) but after that, I started to peter out, fizzle out, poop out, and just plain got tired of pretending I was swimming anywhere very fast, so after 45 minutes I called it good and sat in the sauna. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Arrived home to find myself face planted in a bowl of 1/2 BBQ and 1/2 Sour Cream and Onion potato chips (thanks husband :-) and now I'm swimming in beans...or rather, they are swimming in me. Life is good!
I promise to run tomorrow. First thing. For Sure. Powered by beans. Watch out.