
My God, I cannot believe it has been that long since I posted on this blog, I genuinely thought I had completed one or maybe two since my operations – in fact none !
Therefore I must apoligise, I am very sorry, you must that thought that I hadn’t pulled through the operation! Mind you, I didn’t get any flowers or condolences cards, so therefore I draw the conclusion that none of you read this anyway.
Well, where to start? Let’s start with the big news; the operation appears to have been a success and I am now eight weeks post surgery. That’s fantastic news isn’t it! Chandra Bhatia surgeon extraordinaire removed the slipped L4/L5 disk from the main sciatic nerve and I was free of that pain as soon as I awoke. I was away from work for a couple of weeks being careful and gradually moving more; it takes 8 to 10 weeks for the disk to heal.
The hardest thing to do was to come off the medication; I hadn’t considered what effects I would have coming off the 20 or so pills I was taking each day, but given that some were opiate based and others messing with my messaging signals to my brain, I was going to notice something – and I did. It took a couple of weeks to come off the medication; you cannot just stop taking everything in one go!
My physio is happy(ish) with me. Here’s the worst news . . . .I have popped a full stone on since I ran the Brighton Marathon; I guess when you are not allowed to exercise you are going to put some weight on, but I am disappointed in myself that I didn’t make the necessary dietary adjustments. My fault, no excuses and so I have to get fit the hard way again; overweight and out of breath again.
You know what? I really miss that feeling of being fit. I miss being able to talk without stopping for air. I miss getting the Christmas decorations out of the loft and thinking – “Ha! I’m not even out of breath”, but most of all I miss that feeling 3 miles into a run and realising that you are not breathing heavily at all. I really miss that!
It’s been tough to find my motivation to train again, I have had a couple of twinges in my lower back but my physio says they are not compression based but stretch based which is fine. It doesn’t seem sensible to run full marathons again. I’ve run my local (York) and my hometown (Brighton) and the big one (London) and so there isn’t a location that is missing oin my mind map. My best time was 4:19 so I did have 4 hours as a target, but it takes a lot of training to get ready for a Marathon and I have to accept that some of my “suspension” has now been removed and I’m a chunky sort of chap 🙂
I do want to run again and it seems sensible to perhaps concentrate on 10k’s and a couple of half marathons each year; perhaps Brighton and the Great North Run. But, do you know what? Even as I type this I miss the generosity of the crowds of the marathons, the goodwill, the shouting of your name, the nods of admiration from other runners, the feeling of sheer exhaustion but accomplishment on crossing the line. Have I really ruled out another one? I’m not so sure – I do have an addictive personality after all.
Tonight I am back in the gym. It’s been 7 months since I was in the gym, but my physio says I am now ready to return (carefully). She wants me there 3 times a week for 45 mins with a balance of bike, cross training and light weight work. I know I’ll feel horrible feeling overweight in gym T shirts again, but I have done it before and know that I can do it again.
Slowly though!












