Only difference is, I am desperate to run again. In general, my back has been improving over the winter months (remember I'm still in the Southern Hemisphere), and I have reduced the drugs to just two a day (from 9, and an injection every other day!). I have managed to resume a relatively normal life, some teaching, walking, even attending the Hash, although only in the last few have I walked the wimps trail. But I still have problems sitting down for any length of time, so when I'm at home, I spend most of the time lying flat on my back on my bed.
The injections have worked, up to a point, but, clearly, the problem hasn't gone away. Just today, heading out to teach a class, my back hurt, with the pain going into the right leg, via the siatic nerve. Two blocks out, and my leg gave way, dropping me to the floor - ouch! Thankfully, only my pride was hurt, thanks to my back pack, I'm far too young to be falling down in the middle of the day - maybe on a Friday night after a few, nut not today.
The doc says it will be at least March before I can contemplate running again, but on the plus side, I have entered a local 5Km race this Sunday, obviously I will be walking, so expect a PW. Paula is joining me for her first taste of the race atmosphere, which will be fun.
On another plus note, my son, also a Liam, ran his second marathon this week, in Dublin, beating his time from last year, with a time of 4:13:52, proud of him. Hopefully I'll recover to join him on the start line before my body breaks down completely. Finally, as a true son of Erin, here's a picture, on a good back day last month, meeting with the Irish President, here in Buenos Aires, not a bad day at all.
