Bipolar Back!
My back is so strange.
Yesterday morning I woke up and staggered to my shower, my back getting worse with each passing minute. Standing in front of my make-up mirror I felt it cramping and being extra fussy. I stretched it out a little and did an exercise that one of my physical therapists recommended for such situations.
Hours later, sashaying around at work, I felt as though I had the pelvis of a Malaysian contortionist. Highly mobile, free of pain, and bendy. Time for some limbo!
Then after my workout last night, which consisted of 20 minutes of moderate stationary bike, 15 minutes of rotating stairs, and 15 minutes of walking at an incline, it started to get fussy again. This morning, not as bad, but no limbo.
This song kind of rocks:
Hustler (Armand Van Helden Remix) by Simian Mobile Disco
Tonight weekend number two of MSF (Motorcycle Safety Foundation) Rider Coach training begins in South San Francisco. Three solid weekends of Friday night 6-10, Saturday 8-5, and Sunday 8-5. I'm going a little crazy.
Yesterday morning I woke up and staggered to my shower, my back getting worse with each passing minute. Standing in front of my make-up mirror I felt it cramping and being extra fussy. I stretched it out a little and did an exercise that one of my physical therapists recommended for such situations.
Hours later, sashaying around at work, I felt as though I had the pelvis of a Malaysian contortionist. Highly mobile, free of pain, and bendy. Time for some limbo!
Then after my workout last night, which consisted of 20 minutes of moderate stationary bike, 15 minutes of rotating stairs, and 15 minutes of walking at an incline, it started to get fussy again. This morning, not as bad, but no limbo.
This song kind of rocks:
Hustler (Armand Van Helden Remix) by Simian Mobile Disco
Tonight weekend number two of MSF (Motorcycle Safety Foundation) Rider Coach training begins in South San Francisco. Three solid weekends of Friday night 6-10, Saturday 8-5, and Sunday 8-5. I'm going a little crazy.