Yesterday, I went to visit my chiropractor. I started going to see a chiropractor after I hurt myself last year – I woke up one morning and couldn’t move my neck. In the end, my husband booked me a chiropractor’s appointment and off I went. The guy poked around a bit and talked to me a bit then said “You’re going to hate me but you have a serious sprain on your neck”. Ugh. “Can I still go running?” “What do you think?” Of course, I had no idea but the answer was no.
In the end, my neck was better after about five days but was hellish at the time. I had to put a bag of teas wrapped in a tea towel on it for ten minutes every hour while I was awake. It also took me about fifteen minutes to get up from lying on the floor.
Now, I go once every eight to nine weeks – Francesca (my chiropractor) gets me to lie on her fancy bench (you know those things are about ten grand? Blimey) and clicks my back. I don’t love it at the time but I always feel superb afterwards.
We talked a bit about my running (which I know you don’t want to hear about). She said that I should only do about twenty minutes at a time – any more and it jolts the spine – but should get faster as I get fitter. So no marathon training for me.