I’m a sorry and sore case again. My back gave out a few minutes into the first half of a game of Basketball on Saturday. Despite initial cries of “foul” from my teammates I quickly realised that the only reason I’d fallen to the floor in pain was an all too familiar but dreaded feeling in my lower back. One I’d hoped I’d never have to endure again. It’s so annoying as I’d been trying really hard to keep up the stretching and strengthening exercises given to me since the last incident. I realise this also doesn’t just impact me - it messed up the rest of the weekend for my whole family, which is extremely frustrating. Maybe it’s an indicator that I need to think about other forms of exercise, and my body isn’t as young and flexible as it once might have been? Or maybe the timing is appropriate for me to make the transition from player to supportive parent. We’ll see.