As I mentioned before, I’m currently “training” for the Marine Corps Marathon and around the beginning of July, found myself injured and mostly unable to run.
It’s September 6, and though it’s definitely better, it’s not great.
I’ve managed to get in my long runs, though not without pain for days after. Last Friday I ran (ok, and walked) my longest distance ever – 17 miles. I was proud that I managed to finish it despite the current injury, and new things that crept up on me (tight hamstrings?? I haven’t had tight hamstrings since ever.), it was done.
And then the pain set in. Oh, and it was happy to be there because it did NOT want to leave! There was evidently a pain party in my right hip and that party refused to be shut down.
Rob and I got to take a couple days to get away for our anniversary, and we went to a hotel in St. Petersburg. The first night I was in so much pain, I could barely fall asleep. We had a serious discussion about whether or not I should defer until next year, and though I really don’t want to, it’s something I had to consider. It felt slightly better on Saturday and a little better on Sunday, but all during the week, it hasn’t been great. I tried running on the treadmill, which actually proved worse than running on pavement because I can’t shuffle my feet on a treadmill.
Today, though I’m not pain-free, it’s low enough that it almost feels like it. I saw my chiropractor this morning and my original injury (the inguinal ligament strain) has healed, and the piriformis injury (the secondary injury caused by the original) is much better.
Enter tomorrow’s long run: 18 miles. Strangely, I feel like I’m up for it. I only trained one other day this week, and as I said, it wasn’t good, but I feel really positive about tomorrow. Tomorrow, and how I feel after, will dictate the rest of my training. Tomorrow will say if I hit my training with a vengeance or if I quietly decide to make the trip to Arlington to watch and cheer on my friends.
The little voice inside me that had been whispering “maybe you should stop” has started getting louder, but now it’s saying “you can do this. YOU. CAN. DO. THIS!”
I hope it’s right.
I think I can… I think I can… I think I can…
- Former St. Louis girl transplanted to the West Coast of central Florida. While I still maintain my Midwestern roots, I've definitely evolved into a decidedly East Coast attitude. I swear excessively, which I've tried to curtail because of my two impressionable children, but have been unsuccessful thus far. They ignore it. I speak Sarcasm more fluently than my native English. My husband and children are my greatest source of joy, as well as material for my writing. I love quoting movies and do it regularly. I joke that I don't have a personality, I've just seen a lot of movies. I love alt rock and while I dabble in other genres, that makes me happiest. I run regularly, mostly so that I can race so that I can win medals. That's really the only reason. I'm a bling-whore, what can I say? I also get psychotic about grammatical errors, bad punctuation and misspelled words (especially my name - seriously, it's 5 letters - get them right, please).