I'm not a back. I'm a back pain

I thought I was back. Turns out, I'm back out. As in, threw my back out! Baaah!!! I rested my foot for a few weeks after this half marathon. Then I ran a lil tiny lil bit, and then my back went out. I am complaining here because I have not complained in my real life to anyone. Going on three weeks this wretched pain has been restricting my movement, my quality of life, and making me nauseous. It keeps moving around from spot to spot. I finally saw my chiropractor this morning and she told me...I overdid it on the run. Well. Sigh. I guess I didn't train properly. I thought I did. 

Waah. Boohoo. The days are short. It gets dark early. It's too cold to bring the kids out even for short runs. And the double wide stroller has a flat anyway. Poop soup. :-(

I'll just have to suck it up buttercup!!!