I walked a slow 4 miles because after skiing --it became apparent that
the real damage done by the 'treadmill incident' was done to my sacrum/ilum
region. Wow, I didn't know before skiing that there was more than a
bruise. Tempted by 10 inches of new powder I couldn't resist.
However, the first time my ski hit a bit of scrape beneath the powder I
got a sharp pain that went up and down the left side of my leg and back--which
then ached every time I sat on the chair lift. Silly me, I skied
the rest of the day telling myself I'd be careful to stick with the
powder. But when I came home and couldn't get out of the car by myself I
wondered how I'd skied all day? Its proof of my mind can ignore pain when
I’m experiencing euphoria or some other pleasurable activity. Because now, sitting down at my desk, I am in utter pain. 800 mg ibuprophen are not even touching the ache. Ice helps. The biggest bummer is not being able to ski this week. It feels that serious. Who knew my treadmill could betray me after 12,000 miles, a belt replacement and a tune up. I can't believe what an idiot I have become (how could I have forgotten it was on?). | 