Yesterday's 3.5 mile run was the final straw in terms of dealing with pain while running. In retrospect, I definitely should have called things off sooner. But, I just assumed that I wasn't doing enough stretching/foam rolling/icing. So, now onto recovery, a chiropractor visit, and hopefully better (faster, pain free!) miles ahead. AND NO MORE TIME OFF OR INJURIES!!!
We are just over 3 months out from race day, so there's plenty of time to increase endurance and speed. And of course re-learn how to run in the heat/humidity after this short hiatus. Still planning to keep up with blog posts during this time away from hitting the pavement. Mainly, because I'll still be out there trudging along. Just for less time/miles and at a slower pace.
Moving forward, the plan is to walk for 30 minutes outside, then return to the gym to do an hour of incline walking. This way, I shouldn't lose too much fitness/cardiovascular endurance. Also, I'll still be able to get my sweat on and enjoy some time outside.
Today was both day one of no running and injury results/chiro. day. Not a whole lot of good news to share. Let's start with the no running before we get to the worse (or maybe equally bad) injury update.
Honestly, it was a lot harder than I thought it would be mentally/emotionally to only spend 30 minutes outside JUST walking. For starters, it feels weird physically to be on your same route moving at such a slow pace. Like, everything else is as it should be, there's just one issue: Me. On top of that, my paranoid ass thinks that everyone who normally sees me running is going to just assume that I've gotten to lazy to run and switched to walking now.
Also, as if that wasn't enough, walking that route at that time of day takes my mind on a trip down memory lane of runs past. You know, the good 'ol days when I was running pain free and putting up decently fast times. And then there's the fact that I can't do my whole route in that 30 minute time span or the twisty trail. Or, my usual 1-2 laps down 11th street. And NO RUNNING DOWN HILLS LIKE A WILD PERSON.
Surprisingly, the incline walking for an hour wasn't too bad. I just kept staring outside and telling myself how great it was that I could at least do that pain free.
Now, for the news everyone (aka probably 1-2 people) have been waiting for. Let's talk injury. I went in hoping for a miracle. An easy pop this or that back into place and you'll be good for the rest of half marathon training. Unfortunately, that was so not the case. Thank gosh for chiropractors who both understand running and are sympathetic to the pain of taking time off.
The results are in, and I have some how completely and utterly messed up a tendon/ligament/muscle thing in my front pelvic area. And there is basically little to nothing that can be done to fix/reset it other than rest and avoiding whatever makes it hurt. GREAT. No amount of stretching or foam rolling can fix me. I am broken and I have no idea who the heck I messed my body up SO BADLY, that I even sorta kinda stumped a super smart chiropractor.
Here we are, hoping and praying that these 3 days off from running are the fix. Because, the next step is an entire week off, and just the thought of that makes me want to bawl my eyes out. I MISS RUNNING. AND THE CUTE DOGS. And that feeling of the wind blowing through my hair as I glided along sidewalks, trudged up hills, and raced the downhills. I EVEN MISS SLIPPING AND SLIDING ON THE MUD AND STEPPING IN ALL THE WATER PUDDLES.
One thing that he said wouldn't hurt is to ice. I've already done that once today and I still feel a dull pain. A constant reminder of what it really means to be broken and bruised, both physically and mentally. Here's to new blog post on Friday with (hopefully!!) a pain free run.