No Good Advice - Crisis Averted

Yesterday was Day 585 of consecutive running and I very nearly didn't make it. My Most Runningist Year Ever very nearly stopped at Day 584. I hurt my back early in the mornin while putting Ruby in her bouncy chair. It was 5am, I was tired, but it's no excuse for stupidity. Her chair was on the floor and I bent from the waist holding a nearly 7kg weight down to the floor. The result was obvious. The worst of it was that I was worried I wouldn't be able to help Kata with Ruby for a while. I was angry and ashamed. 

Tried to run at lunch time. Failed. The spasming in my back meant I couldn't even run through it. It took me an hour to get changed, attempt to run 200m, fail, and get dressed again.  I resolved to drug myself up and try again in the evening. I was convinced it was over, but I'd give it a try. I told Kata my chances were about 30%, but I didn't even feel  as confident as that. 

In the end I ran 3.08km in 21:36, average 7:01/km. if running is never having 2 feet on the ground at the same time, then it was running. I was so relieved. How did I manage it?  Not in any way advised by any coaches or physics that's for sure. I managed it on a cocktail of paracetamol, ibuprofen, some prescription pain killers that were not prescribed for me (Kata was given them for recovering from child birth),....and whisky. This is probably how Keith Richards starts the day, but for me it's now how I start my runs!  

Disclaimer:  I in no way endorse this, and it's absolute madness.