It was a long weekend trying to rest so that my back would feel better.
I tried, but didn’t succeed.
No, I didn’t run. That would have been a mistake and I’ve made that mistake in the past.
Unfortunately my Lovely Wife, who has had a bad back for 3 years with 2 ruptured disks, woke up Saturday morning with what seemed to be a pinched nerve in her back. She was a trooper and went out with me to do errands all weekend. My only issue was helping her in and out of the car, which was not easy with my own messed up back. She was better by last night, so hopefully she is on the mend – as much as one can be on the mend with 2 ruptured disks.
Then there was the toilet that broke. I had to try to replace the insides of this toilet that I “fixed” 3 weeks ago. That was an hour of leaning over a toilet and without a hangover to enjoy (just kidding).
Finally, between Church Sunday morning (Catholics do a lot of kneeling) and fixing TJ’s broken deadbolt, I don’t think I am in much better shape then when the weekend began.
On a good note, I slept well and am still below 185 lbs, which after pizza on Friday night and burgers last night, I’m thrilled.
Back to running (pun intended), I may try some easy miles this afternoon. I’ll have to see how I feel when I get home. I am in the runners paradox. Do I try to run to keep in the best shape of my life, or do I keep resting even though it hasn’t done much for me? To be honest, while I am running I don’t feel any pain. It seems to come on me after walking all day (I average 2 – 3 miles walking a day at work). I tend to walk fast in order to get a lot done, but today I am going to slow it way down and see if that helps.
I miss running!