With thanks to Mr Sillitoe for the inspiration for the post’s title
2018, let’s run 2018km to raise £2018 for Alzheimer’s Research – done, tick well done
2019, let’s fix the frozen shoulder and gippy hip, with a view to being able to learn to box this year – aha, a work in progress. And then go back to normal running about 1200/1500kms in a year. Oh and hopefully manage a half marathon sometime during the year.
January – physio started, doctor’s health check done – a few small issues highlighted:-
- Kidney issuette
- High cholesterol
- Shoulder still dodgy, but being fixed
- Hip being fixed, however it is resisting treatment
- Migraines a go -go
February – mmm, things aren’t getting any better:-
Kidney infection, necessitating antibiotics for a week
Gastric type flu, which 4 weeks later is still hanging around
Shoulder, now close to being mobile – yippee
Hip, IT Band, Glutes – all still problematic
I did however, Marie Kondo my running kit drawer, so it looks professional, even if I don’t.
Shoulder within touching distance of a fix
Hip – being very stubborn and I am banned from running
Upside, we are due back in Italy soon and I have my physio plan.
Downside, my physio plan involves weird crab like manoeuvres, involving me squeezing my buttocks imagining I’m holding a £20 note between them. Having never squeezed a £20 note (or any other denomination or currency) between my buttocks, this does involve a severe look of concentration, coupled with the hope that I don’t really look like a constipated crab.
Now I didn’t know that there is a YouTube character called the Constipated Crab, so here for your delectation is the Constipated Crab Video link. Any similarity between me and said crab is purely physiotherapical (I know it’s not a word!)
The main reason for posting is that if I keep doing the Physio and exercises, and if I write about those instead, it’ll keep me on the straight and narrow.
Wish me luck on the latest part of the physio treatment plan. Tomorrow morning – we do the stork, followed by the crab thing, followed by squatting and leg lifts, with my assorted coloured elastic bands. Think primary school bondage, and you’re not far off my current exercising look. I have a fear that after having broken the 2k km in a year, that I could end up redoing C25K again. My fingers are crossed that me and Mr Smooth don’t actually have to start dating again.