I’ve had a setback. An injury. My lower back flared up on Sunday. I was just sitting in a chair and turned the wrong way, I suppose.
It is the same area where I’ve had pain before. I dropped everything and laid down. Heat, cold, Advil, rest, rest, repeat.
I know tons of people think CrossFit is dangerous. But, in case you are tempted to comment with an “I told you so,” I’ll just point out that it is much more dangerous to be sedentary. My form could always be better, no matter how hard my coaches work to improve me. Perhaps I’ve gotten overconfident while trying to increase my weights. I still stay away from barbells for the most part, but I have been pushing myself on dumbbells. Who knows. I am still learning.
If you speak to even the fittest people at my gym, many have injury stories. That may be just athletes in general. It’s part of the process. Of having a body.
So, I’m back to basics. Just walking. Trying to move. I made it to the gym once to get on the air runner (to walk) and rode some meters on the bike erg. It was good to see people even though I couldn’t do the workout. But for the most part I am just walking at the park, solo. I have to say, it’s pretty boring and hard to find motivation to cover any serious distance. I miss the box. Some of the joy is in the camaraderie. It’s hard to believe I used to do this kind of solo walk / running every day. I can’t imagine that now, although a fair amount of solo exercise is in my near future.
It is very hard to be patient. My patience muscles are some of my weakest. It’s especially challenging to wait on an injury you can’t see. No timeline. No visible progress. Just waiting.
I’ll be core strengthening and stretching more, too. Again, weak muscles. A different kind of discipline.
So, for now, I’m bundling up. Putting one foot in front of the other. Up a hill and down then up again.