It took until this morning but I remembered going to a 5K with my son. He had been competing for a couple of years and I had promised him that I would run one of the races with him.
he summer before his senior year in HS was going to be my last chance. So I tried to train in May and June. Every time I tried to push myself my back hurt. I had planned to get close to 5 K in training but couldn't run that far.
Day of the race came and I knew I would have to walk most of the way so I told my son and went to the back of the pack where all the walkers were.
It was more of a trudge than a walk or a run. I couldn't get very far in front of a group of women pushing strollers and talking the whole way. But I was in pain the whole way.
As I got close to the finish line my son came back looking for me. It had been so long he wasn't sure what happened to me. With him running along with me for a few blocks I picked up my pace and finished in about 43 something. Dead last for my age group. There were only a few people behind me including the ladies with the strollers and a couple of 70 year olds.
The chiropractor told me my rib had slipped out of place. It took him 3 appointments to shove it back in place.
I don't run any more.