Runner Down

Even though my bitchy right hip didn’t give me anything more than a gentle reminder during the race last weekend that all was not perfectly well yet, in the days afterward, I’ve definitely been made aware of how unhappy it is.  During my last chiropractor visit, he told me to use these two things to hopefully get me to the start line relatively pain free.

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The ice pack for the inflammation, and the softball because it can get deeper than the foam roller can.  And that seemed to work!  I didn’t have much pain until around mile 10 or so of the race, and even then it was only around a 2, quickly increasing to about a 5 by the night’s end.  During that same office visit, he also told me that he felt like I would benefit from a deep tissue massage, so I made an appointment with his massage therapist on Wednesday, and sweet baby Jesus, that was one of the most intense half-hours of my life.  She worked that hamstring until I was damn near in tears and then rolled me over and did the same thing to the front side of my leg.  I was sore afterwards, but after the working over she gave me I wasn’t surprised.  Then I got up Thursday morning in more pain than I’ve been in yet.  I couldn’t even walk without a limp.  I broke down and made an appointment with an M.D. after work.  I tried to get him to just call me in something, but noooooooo.  Gotta get that office visit moolah!  During the exam, he agreed with everything I’d told him over the phone (relaying what the chiropractor and massage therapist had told me–that there was just tons of soft tissue inflammation and tightness).  He prescribed a Medrol Dosepak, which is a 6-day taper of steroids and used that dreaded word:  REST.

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“Methylprednisolone” is a fancy word for magic happy hip pills, right?

So as I sit here now, I’m on day 6 of no running and day 2 of my steroid taper, feeling really discouraged, and wondering what will happen from here.  I know I should stay positive.  I know it’s only temporary.  And I definitely know it could have been worse.  (Stress fracture anyone?)  But then we injured runners aren’t known for being the most logical and patient lot, are we?

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Lucky Number 7?

I have had a love/hate relationship with running for the past couple of weeks. Five-miler in New Johnsonville: hate. New three-mile PR: love. Attempted 3 miles on a treadmill: HATE. A completely kick-ass seven-mile run Sunday: LOVE!!! I’ve only run that distance one other time, and that was last fall when I was training for my first half mary. I finished my seven Sunday 10 minutes and 19 seconds faster than I did just a few months ago! So I guess the truth is in the numbers, folks. I may feel like I’m not getting anywhere, but apparently I am. My goal all along has been to finish my half in April 1 mile/min faster than I did in November, so 13 minutes faster. I gained almost that much time in only a little over half of the distance!!! It looks like I may need to up my goal a little bit.

Unless…

Was it just a total fluke? Was it luck of the Sevens? It sure felt like the stars were aligned in my favor. The weather was perfect. Seriously. PERFECT! I’m talking the shorts-and-long-sleeves kind of perfect. I’d had a great night’s sleep the night before. I was on a new route, so the change of scenery made the time fly by. Plain and simple, it was just a good run.

I’m on for eight this weekend. I can’t wait!

BUT FIRST!

I think I need to be making a trip to Nashville for some new shoes Saturday. I’m feeling the slightest twinge of pain in my right foot. The same pain that I had during my training last year that turned out to be tendonitis. It was nothing serious, really. Just aggravating as hell. It completely subsided with two weeks of no running. I’ve never had an actual fitting done at an actual running store, and I think it’s time.

So I’ve encountered runner’s gut, I’m looking forward to long(er) runs, and I’m fixing to drive two hours to have someone analyze my foot and my gait. Am I an official runner now?