I’ve started running again. Back in May I suddenly stated having a tremendous amount of upper back pain. I had started a new workout program and assumed I had pulled something. Thanks for nothin’ Chalean Extreme. My doctor recommended an MRI. Whew! Those are a barrel of monkeys, aren’t they? The MRI – not my favorite thing to do ever. The craziest thing was the music. I asked for Rock and they played ‘Wild Thing’ on repeat. The Troggs not Tone Loc.
Bottom line, I was diagnosed with this crazy thing called ‘Degenerative Disc Disease.’ Now you’ve probably heard of it because lots of people have it. That is, lots of people your Grandma’s age have it. True story: When the doctor looked at my MRI results he guessed my age at 70. Apparently I’ve lost all the fluid in my first three discs. Weird, huh.
Now I like Hydrocodone as much as the next girl but since an addiction to prescription pain killers isn’t on my bucket list I decided to go to physical therapy to see if I could get any relief.
It’s a bit better. I’ve kind of given up on any kind of total relief so I decided to toss the doctor’s whole ‘no exercise’ thing into the wind.
I love running. I do! I mean, mostly it’s a walk/run/pant thing but there ya go.
The place I run is so pretty that it’s easy to get distracted. It’ll be easier once the winter kills all the wildflowers.
Whatever. They’re still pretty.
I wish I knew their names.
Red Things. My naming is getting worse isn’t it.
Hey! Here’s why I really need the winter to hurry up.
This guy! I do not need to see him anymore while I run! Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know, he’s not poisonous but it would probably still hurt to step on him and get bit.
So…running good. Flowers good. Snakes very very bad.