Train Surfing

I need to point out here that I have most definitely NOT been naughty or irresponsible or reckless.  I did not climb up on a moving train, nor jump from the roof of one carriage to another.  Nor do I condone such dangerous actions.

I am a middle aged man who currently moves and feels like an octogenarian – NOT some crazy teenager on a dare.  Train surfing is NOT a good idea.

Amusingly, however, I found myself on a recent commute as the only person in the train carriage, so I took the opportunity to relax, spread out and make a video update of the progress of my lower back injury.

I’ve been back at work in a reduced capacity for 5 days a week over the last month or so, albeit with a little bit of a recent hiccup.

Here in Melbourne there was a public holiday on a recent Tuesday, so of course most of the working population took the Monday before off.  I didn’t – hence the exciting raucous train journey with me and all of my friends.

Sitting is still very uncomfortable for me.  My lower back still hurts, quite a lot actually, but the pain killers are helping.

I have discovered that travelling on the train, therefore, poses an interesting dilemma.

To stand or not to stand ?

To sit or not to sit ?

Standing involves various core muscles that in my case are remarkably weak and unsupportive.  It involves holding on to the hand rails and wobbling in much the same way that a surfer would while riding a wave.

I’ve tried high hand rails, low hand rails, leaning against the door / walls / poles.

None of these make much difference.

Sitting also poses its challenges.

The train bumps and jolts its way along the tracks, sending a combination of sharp pains and dull aches across my middle lower back.  Every little movement across the tracks seems to be absorbed then amplified by my seat.

As with most commutes on public transport during peak hour in most large cities, a seat is a precious commodity.  Once claimed, it will never be regained if given up.

My train journey lasts about 25 minutes.  Sitting all the way, standing all the way, or half and half – none are ideal.  And my helicopter is having its annual maintenance service, so for the moment, I’m stuck with the train.

I am well and truly on the mend.  I am slowly getting better.

However, what little novelty that existed with this recovery process has unfortunately worn off many months ago.  There are obviously people in the world who are much, much worse off than I am.

I guess that I will keep living the dream and keep paying the bills.

And keep doing my exercises.



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