6th Jan: Severe fucking back pain
I think it's a punishment for my hubris.

There I was, congratulating myself on getting out of bed early, and getting up to the gym before work (like around 6.30). And I'm on the treadmill, going nice and easy, covered nearly 6km, no trouble. I'm thinking how fit I'm getting, and my legs aren't aching and there's no tightness in my back.

When all of a sudden the most vicious shooting pain hits me in the small of my back. I hit the Stop button and stagger back home. Really, really slowly. It hurts even to stand fully straight, never mind to bend. I feel sick, like I'm going to faint or throw up.

I head down to work (best thing after back pain is to try to follow your normal routine) and swallow painkillers. This is where things get better, and I'm saved by a gorgeous blonde. My workmate Cath, as luck would have it, is an elite field hockey player and coach. She comes around and shows me a few stretches. Within minutes, I'm feeling better. Not great. Not great at all. But the pain is only present rather than overwhelming. And I don't feel like throwing up anymore.

Sometimes, I like my job. 
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