Flat on my back

So, my last entry was full of the joys of doing half marathons and feeling pretty chuffed with myself.

Notice the silence since then?

Turns out at some point after running 13.1 miles on the Sunday and Wednesday morning I upset the delicate balance that is my lower back. It's still not happy. And neither am I.

As a kid I had problems with my back due to a sports injury when I was 13. I spent much of my teenage years up and down off a hard bed oohing and aghing the unfairness of it all. Being like this now has flooded it all back. Somewhat overwhelmingly.

It'll be two weeks on Sunday since I ran last. I really felt I'd turned a corner in the saga of my back. I'd been so careful in how slowly I took up running and built up my back muscles by doing triathlon and all those good nurturing non weight bearing non impact sports. Which is why in a very overly dramatic self pitying way it feels like a massive fuck up.