Today’s blog is really directed toward the kids riding today although anyone can relate to this advice. Probably the single most important thing I wish someone would have told me growing up may sound silly, but it’s, “Robert, make sure you touch your toes every day when you wake up and before you go to bed.” Now you may be wondering what a little stretching could possibly do for you, and I’m going to tell you that it will change your life just as surely as not doing it changed mine!
I actually began seriously working out in 1988 at the Seoule Olympic Games. My swim partner there was none other than one of my true heroes, General Jack Burton, our team’s Chef D’Equipe. We went daily to the gym in the Olympic village and I began, besides swimming, to use the machines and lift weights. In the month that we stayed in Korea I became so much more fit and even addicted to the gym.
When I returned to Florida amd N.J., my two homes, I looked for and found a personal trainer at each location and began learning the basics of working out. Yes, just like the craft of riding, working out in the gym has its own set of basic principles. And one of the most important, regardless of whether you are a body builder, a weight lifter, or a cross trainer, is STRETCHING!
Now I had spent most of my 32 years on horses, thinking that was more than enough exercize, but all that time my hamstrings had been getting shorter from spending so many hours in a sitting position with my legs bent. Guess what? Short hamstrings are the perfect recipe for creating buldging and herniated disks, especially in the lower back.
By my 5th Olympics, my lack of elasticity coupled with my intense riding and teaching schedule had me sidelined often and without epidural injections into my L5-S1 a multitude of times, along with heavy pain medications I could not have made it through the Sidney games. The truth is that I was given such a high dose of completely legal though narcotic pain relievers before my Grand Prix Special (Thank God we had already won our team bronze the day before) that I went off course at the walk and looked like a drunken sailor as I left the arena with a big smile on my face. My fabulous and patient owner, Jane Clark, was certainly not smiling though. She, like everyone else, was trying to figure out why I went for a long stroll in the middle of my ride.
Fast forward to fall of ‘08 and I knew that I couldn’t go on trying to merely patch my ailment with injections any longer so I decided to look into surgery. I made an appointment to see Dr. Allan Levy at Jackson Memorial, one of the top spinal groups in the world. In the meantime I had retired from work and was taking it easy and, along with Robert, took a little trip up to New York to see friends and take in some shows. Staying in a friend’s 6 floor walk-up ended up being a huge mistake as on our second day there I woke up and literally could not get out of bed due to the pain. Now I had had back pain for over a decade, sometimes so bad I knew that I couldn’t go on without an injection, but this wasn’t like that. This was the kind of pain that tells you on no uncertain terms that you need to get to a hospital-FAST! I don’t know how I got myself down those stairs other than desperation, and then Robert got me in a cab to the E.R.
A word to the wise, a New York City hospital E.R. is not the best place to have a back problem, no matter how much agony you’re in or how much writhing and screaming you do. There are 100 people with far worse injuries or illnesses who are way ahead of you in the pecking order of being seen by a “real doctor”. The most you can count on is some heavy drugs which they mostly give you to keep you quiet and out of their hair for the 7 hours it will take until someone can see you.
Well , after 2 days of this I finally got an appointment with a surgeon who would have performed a very extensive surgery on me which required 4 days of hospitalization followed by 4 months of recovery and up to a year or more before I could consider riding a horse. But God intervened and I caught a cold the night before my surgery was scheduled, so I decided to fly home to West Palm and go back to Dr. Levy, who I had never actually met.
The good news was that he told me he would do a much simpler surgery and I would be in and out of the hospital the same day. He also said my recovery would be only weeks instead of months. This was, in the end, half true.
I was in and out the same day, but after a couple of days I lost most of the feeling in my right leg and now, almost 4 months later, I still have very little feeling in my right foot. And now I’m told it might take up to a year to regain my feeling, if it comes back at all. Don’t get me wrong, I am not in any pain other than some electrical shocks I get when laying down, but I sincerely wish I had known through my youth what I know now.
Stay fit, especially in your core, but even more importantly, stay supple and elastic! Do Yoga, Pilates, stretch classes, or just touch your toes a few times a day. When you reach my age I promise you will look back and be very glad you did!