Friday, March 25, 2016

get me in shape please

They day after my 33rd birthday, I got up out of bed in the midst of a hailstorm.  I picked up my camera and took a picture of the golf ball size hail and then the camera slipped out of my hand onto the floor.  I was tired - it was early in the morning and we had been out on the lake the day before.  I had even wakeboarded behind the jetski - I wasn't so graceful, but I did it.

So when I yawningly bent over I felt a pop in my lower back and my muscles seized up.  The pain took my breath away and I wasn't sure I would be able to take another breath -- just a repetitive short gasps --- inhaling inhaling inhaling until I would pass out.

The sensation was very similar to dislocating my shoulder - the feeling of something sliding out of place, the muscles spasming, trying to pull it back into place, and the breathlessness.  I concluded that I must have dislocated my back, and the next thing would probably be paralysis.

I learned later that I had fallen near to that huge statistical category that says 80% of employees miss work at some point due to a back injury.  I had missed it by two elements: I wasn't between 35-45 years old, and I wasn't actually employed.

I learned much later, when reading about back injuries that it is sometimes called a slipped disc because of the disc bulging or "sliding" out of place - which was exactly the sensation I had, but until that point I had thought was impossible.  I had injured it once more a couple years later at Target doing a very benign reach, a year or so later coughing, and then finally picking up Tomris.  After that time, I had an MRI to which the technicians commented on my scans: were you in a car accident?

So here's my theory.  In a freak collision on a turf soccer field whose foundation was unforgiving cement, I injured my knee.  I had surgery and I never fully regained my strength nor did I return to my active lifestyle.  I got fatter and weaker and disproportioned so my back became vulnerable and eventually injured.  When the doctor and the anesthesiologist showed me my scans, I cried.  I knew it meant I could never have my health back to what it once was - it was something I would have to live with and maybe the exhaustion of the pain, no sleep, kids, and now this - well, I felt the loss of my invincibility then, because there was no way to make that black area in my spine white again.

I started taking the idea of exercising for my health more seriously.  I'm still not that great at it - but while I was pregnant I took up walking everyday, and later swimming.  Last week, I began exercising again - while its really hard for me to leave home and the baby - I started with squats in my room.  I did twenty on each leg the first day and couldn't exercise again for three days because of the ridiculously sore.  Another day I was doing planks and Tomris was climbing on me - sitting on my back.  I was out a couple days after that too because the next day I felt it in my back.  I eventually made it to the gym and did the elliptical and treadmill.  The elliptical is easiest on my body, and the treadmill helps me keep up a pace of fast walking (otherwise I start to lolli-gag and daydream).  It turns out I'm a terrible speed walker.  I heard once it's all in the hips so I tried moving my hips more, but all that got me was another break in exercise because of back pain.

I have got to get my strength back.

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