Nope, not a post about physio today. It's going well, though. The new focus on flexibility, involving ART, back manipulations, and tractioning of my hips and back, seems to be working. We're seeing drastic improvements in my flexibility during sessions... now we just need to get it to stick from session to session.
The torture I speak of is the torture of walking home from work on a 20C degree day. On those days, I'm passed by runner after runner. I start to feel a mix of emotions:
- Self-pity: "Wah, why can't I run???? It's a perfect day for a run. I want a back transplant!"
- Jealousy: "Not fair. I want to run. I'm in better shape than her!"
- Anger: "Stupid *^%$%* back"
- Envy: "Oh, she's obviously prepping for the marathon."
- Upbeat: "She's struggling, maybe I should say something to encourage her! Wait, she won't know I'm a runner."
I know this is a bump in the road, but going through the gamut of emotions like that really doesn't motivate me to walk home from work. If only I could just close my eyes and walk that way...