I discovered something surprising about two years ago. I like running.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a real runner. I don't wear my phone in a little pouch strapped to my bicep, and I don't own any brightly coloured lycra tops with special breathable bits under the armpits.
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I was forced to cancel a job interview I had the next day. I thought that was a bit of an inconvenience. I couldn't lift my arms up or turn my head or bend down or walk.
I lived with my parents - I'd just finished university, but they were on holiday in France. I spent the next few days crawling around the house, taking ages over things that shouldn't take very long at all, like pulling the blinds down or opening the oven door.
I thought, something just needs to click in there. I'll be ok in a few days.
A few weeks later the pain had eased off slightly. I was ok, as long as I didn't stand up for more than 10 minutes, do any kind of twisty movement, or laugh too hard (which, as you can imagine, I wasn't doing much of).
I winced my way through a job interview in Surrey, got the job, and prepared for the move. My dad had a stroke that very same day. Just three months out of the dream-like bubble of university, real life turned out to be a bit of a bitch.
I packed my stuff and paid £600 a month to live in somebody's spare bedroom. I realised I could cycle to work fine.
I joined up at the local gym and developed a routine of work, cycling and gym. I used the cross trainer and bike - they were the only things that didn't put pressure on my sciatic nerve.
I didn't feel 21. I felt old. On one occasion I got a taxi to a doctor's appointment but the driver took me to the wrong surgery and left me stranded without any money. I tried to walk back the way we'd come but the pain was too bad. A woman pulled up beside me and asked if I was ok. She kindly gave me a lift to the right place but it hit home just how frustratingly helpless I was. Miles from my family, unable to walk, and no one to even complain about it all to.
Over the months the pain came in waves, never leaving completely. I was struck by how difficult pain is to talk about. You don't want to go on about it, it sounds self-pitying and there is nothing anybody can do to help, you just make them feel uncomfortable. I came up with an idea for a pain-tracking app that would convert the severity of your pain into colours that would form a pattern over time (red for really bad, blue for no pain) so you could show people a visualisation of your pain, and try to understand it better. I wrote a business plan and was shocked to learn that hundreds of thousands of people live their lives in chronic pain.
I never made the app but someone should.
A year went by, during which time I was bundled by the NHS from GPs to consultants, to physios and eventually to an epidural appointment that I never had to go to, because one day the pain went away quite suddenly.
I was carrying my shopping home after the gym, and I realised that there was no pain at all. I did a little jog. All fine. I sobbed with relief all the way home.
I started with a two mile run to a little lake in a wood near my house that I stumbled upon accidentally. Then I started running to the gym instead of cycling. Then I started running at the gym, and not long after, my sister phoned to see if I wanted to run the Eastbourne Half Marathon with her.
12 weeks later, we ran it.
There I am, running towards the finish line |
I look minging but I just ran 13.1 miles |
Everybody experiences pain in a different way and it's such a difficult thing to deal with, physically and mentally.
This has turned into a bit of a dark post, but I know that when I had sciatica it helped to read other people's experience of it - especially young people. A lot of the time it was 'I've had sciatica for 10 years and I want to kill myself'. I don't know if it was the exercise that cured mine, but I know it kept those kind of thoughts at bay.
Anyway, today my pain is long forgotten. Honestly, I can't recall exactly what it felt like. I can only remember that it was horrible on a lot of levels. Today I feel lucky every time I run.