Back therapy

I had my first appointment with the physioteraphist Friday morning, and the second one today. Already she thinks that the simple work out I have been doing this weekend has begun to take away some of the pressure around the nerve root in my lower back, which causes my pain.

Today I learned a couple of new exercises which should help even more. My therapist is positive about the progress, so I should probably feel the same. My problem is that I am not used to constant pain, so I feel rather low now and then.

A nice walk in the forest can help, and yesterday my goal was Lutvann. A nice water in Østmarka in Oslo.

Two prolapses

The results from the X-ray came today, and it showed that I have two prolapses in the lumbosacral columna (lower back). My doctor gave me a few more painkillers, but told me to lower the dose because the side effects can be quite unpleasant.

So - on Friday I have my first ever appointment with a physiotherapist. And maybe I will try the barefoot running recommended by Justin.

Goodbye Bejing!

After a visit to my doctor I have realised that I have to say goodbye to my participation in the Olympics (he he). Anyway - the back pain might be quite serious. On Saturday I will be x-rayed, and then he will look at the results. I have also got some strong medicine in cause that it´s just an immflammation.

And I can no longer run (but walk).

Nervus ischiadicus

Four days before the race I began to feel some pain in my lower back. As a kinda nervous debutant I thought it was just my angst which materialised in physical pain.

But no, a week has passed and the pain is still there, and worse, it has increased. I hope it is just a muscle strain, but I fear the worst.

I have booked an appointment at my doctor later this week.

A small step for marathon, a big step for me

Photo: Per Inge Østmoen, Kondis

It was hard to get my aching body out of the bed this morning. My body was in shock. 21 kilometer was probably not what it was expecting. Both of my knees told me already during the race that this hard-asphalt-running was out of their league, and as soon as I came in to Rådhusplassen, my body told me to get as many bananas as possible.

Although I believe that I could have been running a couple of minutes faster the last kilometers (but my knees said no to speed), I think I managed to push myself all the way. My HR max was at 186 and the HR average at 174.

It was a beatiful day and I enjoyed the sun, the water, the leaves that are green and the spectators who asked themselves "why are these people running, it doesn´t look that they have a good time at all".

So I tried to smile and although there were moments I thought it would be better to stop and walk, I kept jogging the whole time.

And I actually had a good time.