Finally got a definitive diagnosis on this muscular issue in my… er… behind.
And I will now be following the advice and directions of the physio on how to make it better.
And that’s a good thing, because if you look on the internet, the suggestions surrounding this sort of injury are a little… mmm… “contradictory”:
“Exercise“, but also “Don’t exercise.”
Make up your minds!
“Don’t climb stairs.“
But I’ve left it too late to build an escalator up the back of the house.
“Don’t build an escalator up the back of your house.“
See?
“Avoid spending time standing, sitting, or lying.”
Well, damn. It looks like hovering is my only option, and I’ve never been very good at that.
Not on earth, anyway. All that pesky gravity, dragging you down.
Weirdly, I haven’t been able to pin down how I did this (i.e. it’s just age), or what aggravates it. A deep tissue massage from the physio yesterday seemed like a good idea at the time – and was probably exactly what was required – but it’s left things a bit unpleasant today. Still, you don’t make an omelette without breaking some eggs, and I definitely want an omelette in my butt.
A metaphorical omelette.
One good thing is that – when the discomfort isn’t too bad – sitting on a static bike and doing 10km up a hill seems to make a big (positive) difference. So I do have a drug-free way of making it better. And I did manage a quick cycle this morning. And it did make it a bit better.
Onwards and upwards. Quite literally, actually, because I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t been sitting for too long, so it’s time to do some standing.
See you tomorrow.