
The Tuesday night basketball crew played ball on Monday night and it must have been a bad sign of things to come. Plus, as the chiropractor said to me from the last time I was injured (sadly, pulling a rib muscle from coughing), I may look young but my body is getting old. And Monday night proved it is so.
I arrived early, swept the gym floor, and then Big Steve (we have two Steves) mopped the floor. Meanwhile, I decided to practice my left-handed layups. Seeing Steve is no longer mopping, I proceed to drive to the basket on what I thought was the dry side of the floor. Wrong. Literally like the stick figure person in the Slippery When Wet sign, both my legs went up in the air and I landed hard on my lower back. Wind knocked out, I winced, gasped, and got to my feet a bit dazed. Seconds later, pain shot up my back as I planted my right foot. Uh oh, not good.
I walked gingerly for 15 minutes, trying to identify the sore spots, stretching as best as possible to keep from seizing up. Eventually, I played bball with modest pain and lots of caution. By the 5th game or so (we play short games up to 7 pts), I was feeling more loose and not in as much pain.
At night, I iced it, put on some natural ointment of some sort that is supposed to help healing and had a sound sleep. Yesterday, I felt sore but okay. Not so bad, except when I twisted my body or did some other jerking motion. Today, I am feeling sore still and stiffer. Not good. I will give it a couple more days to heal and then re-assess.
Lesson of the week -- I am getting old.
Posted by richlee at February 21, 2007 09:18 AM