So, is this the way it’s going to be? I exercise three days a week minimum, more often four days. Then I get bronchitis or perhaps whooping cough – my symptoms match all those listed on the webmd.com site. I can’t get through twenty minutes of walking on the treadmill, no way am I making it through an hour of boot camp or high intensity body sculpt, forget about bar method!
I do what you’re supposed to do when you’re sick. I rest. I spend excruciatingly boring days on end resting. I ignore the guilt that I might be infecting my co-workers and I go into work but keep my door closed – mostly so they don’t hear my chest rattling cough and tell me to go home.
FInally, I start feeling well enough to do something. I contemplate walking up to the bike/walk path that offers miles of landscape safety from vehicles. I convince myself that it’s too hot for that. I decide instead to clean. It’s long over due. I start in the kitchen. I sweep then mop the floors then clean the counters. Then I turn my attention to the bathroom. Just an hour later I’re ready to turn my attention to my bedroom. I vacuum and dust. I want to tackle the clutter. I start with the catch-all drawer. I get almost through it before I start to feel it, the pain in my back.
I recognize it immediately. Before I regularly exercised, my back would often hurt. I had hoped I had strengthened my core muscles enough with all the exercise I did so I wouldn’t feel the pain again. I was wrong. Just as I feel well enough to consider exercising again, my back is going to keep me from it. It’s that chicken and egg thing. Can’t exercise with a hurt back; can’t fix the back without exercise.