Ugh. This so sucks. My back “went out” yet again Saturday, and I’m cooped up trying to get it to heal itself for a road trip I’m going on, oh, tomorrow. Grrrreat.
My story starts back when I was a stupid, unthinking 15-year-old (sometimes redundant, T least in my case) and saw the other girls in my gym class doing front hand springs. Neat! I want to try! Nevermind I had no training whatsoever. Looked easy enough, right? Just run, dive to the floor and push off your hands, land on your feet? Piece of cake. Except that last part.
The brilliant part of this is I didn’t do it once or twice. I did it maybe a half dozen times, and because (I now know) I wasn’t arching my back enough, the curve of the arc wasn’t sufficient to let me land on my feet. Instead, I’d land on the back of my heels and be sent to the floor in a jarring tailbone-smash. Of course, I didn’t do it just that day, either. I kept doing it in my backyard, always trying for that elusive landing. For MONTHS. My back started to ache (shock) and progressively got worse, to where I spent two weeks of the next school year (told you it was long in the making!) in bed doped up on antiinflammatories and muscle relaxants. Nowadays such extended bedrest is not preferred, and certainly not without physical therapy. Why? Because, at least in my case, it resulted in scar tissue developing on the nerve. :mad: Stupid, stupid, stupid (me).
So here it is 15 years later, where a friggin’ pair of riding boots (not the most supportive on the feet) coupled with the bending and twisting of washing my horse have left me ouchie.
I really want to work out, but don’t know if I should. Maybe just something on the Stairmaster wouldn’t be bad? (Do y’all workout at all when your back freaks on you?)
In the past, my back has gone “out” (meaning, sudden, severe spasm that leaves me borderline immobile) when I’ve bent over–correctly at the knees, I might add–to pick up a quarter, sat down to tie my shoes, and turned to pick up a piece of trash off a chair.
Anyone with me and care to share their own back tale of woe (and ow)?