I did 15 minutes on the treadmill without letting my back rest this morning! With only Motrin! It started hurting at 6 minutes and got worse until 8 minutes, but then it hit a pain plateau I could live with.
So basically, my bad back can suck it.
It's not stopping me.
And when I get a new doctor who's willing to help me instead of telling me he's an "instrument of God" -- a phrase I only ever want to hear in my favorite book, "Owen Meany," NOT from my doctor, who is supposed to believe in actual medical science -- I'm going to be a walking machine.
Well, not a literal machine. That would be weird. But I'll be someone who walks. And enjoys it.
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