In a word, sick.
Sometimes, that osteopathic manipulation is just the thing. Pain all gone (temporarily)!
Sometimes, it takes me down, way down. I'll crave juice with echinacea on the way home. Or, I'll feel sore and low energy for a couple of days. Or, I'll get sick.
I should know by now that when he mentions Epsom salts at the end of a session, it's time to pull out all the stops in self-care. This time there was a little lag, and look at me now. I'm a troll.
On the bright side, the acute thing with my back is almost better. I think it was what they call a chain reaction muscle spasm, involving the Quadratus Lumborum muscle. And of course its friend, that nerve that runs all the way to the tailbone. Now it's just the whiplash, the gift that keeps on giving...
But Death Valley was somehow good all around, with lots of climbing but hardly any of it steep, sleeping on just a Thermarest mattress, strategic applications of ibuprofen and ice. It's a small pleasure, telling this to Dr. Friedman and watching his forehead wrinkle.
Today was a small ride through the local hills to the top of Altamont. Let's call it a forced march (so says the troll). I'd like to be better by the weekend so I can ride the Davis 200k.