It’s been several days since I’ve written, owing to a weekend away and a work trip. And I have so much to fill you in on. 🙂
I had a marvelous weekend in Washington with my friends. I felt great getting on the plane after my 10-miler (I’ve noticed my recovery time after each long run is getting much shorter…it’s easier to get back into the swing of things) and I very much enjoyed cooling down by the pool. I got to visit with my best friends, drink champagne cocktails, eat delicious Indian food…it doesn’t get much better than that!
On Sunday I stuck to my schedule and did an improvised tabata workout. The friends I was staying with only had one 8-lb weight, so I used that for triceps and otherwise stuck to bodyweight exercises – burpees, mountain climbers, bicycles, planks, etc. It’s rare for me to say something like this but I was really proud of myself for sticking to my plan. Afterwards our gang got together for a yummy brunch and we had more pool time and a lovely dinner.
On Monday when everyone went to work, I hopped on the Metro and rode to Arlington, to run along the Mount Vernon trail. In my head this was going to be a really sweet and nostalgic experience – running along a trail that I used for my Marine Corps training, among a million other runs – I thought it would be so great to get out there as a stronger runner. Eh – not so much! For starters, it was much more humid in DC than I’d anticipated (because it wasn’t quite so hot), and for another, the trail was a bit hillier than I’d recalled. For some reason I just couldn’t muster the “speed” that I usually can – my app kept beeping in every 5 mins and telling me my pace, and each time I may have uttered an obscenity in response. It wasn’t that I was SO slow, but I was definitely a good 20 seconds or so off my regular pace. And felt like I was giving just as much, if not more, effort. I know humidity plays a roll, and maybe the inclines did too – but it felt like I was working hard to compensate and should have been seeing better paces. Ah well. The point is that I finished my 7-miler run, my longest mid-week run this week.
Later that afternoon I flew to Providence, RI for the work portion of my trip. It definitely went well and it was so nice to be back in New England again. And as a bonus, I got to visit with one of my oldest and dearest friends – usually I see her once a year at best, but I got to have dinner with her on Monday night AND an extended lunch on Tuesday!
Tuesday was a rest day and that’s when I realized something was starting to become amiss…I am definitely experiencing discomfort in my right hip. I’d felt something like that when I first started training in June but it went away, and I guess I’d noticed it creeping up again lately and hoped it would disappear like the last time. Not so much, apparently. It’s not exactly painful but I notice it anytime I put weight on it. I can absolutely walk on it…but I feel it when I do.
Because I was working I didn’t have time to research my symptoms, so today when I got back to work I was able to do some targeted Googling. From what I’ve read it sounds like I have bursitis (inflammation) in my hip. Most of what I read indicated this isn’t exactly a life-altering injury, and treatment typically calls for anti-inflammatories (done!) and ice (okay!)…and rest. And that’s the part that worries me. I did skip my run this morning in favor of more sleep (and, yes, because my hip was bugging me), but the idea of really taking time off from training, or cutting back, scares me. I realized today (with a lurch in my stomach!) that I’ve been training for longer than what I have left…it’s like the end is in sight and I’m really not ready to lighten up.
On the flip side, of course, I don’t want to do any further damage.
So tonight I did my 3-mile run on the treadmill and stretched afterwards; before I got to bed I’m going to do some targeted foam roller exercises and use an ice pack on my hip. We’ll see how I feel tomorrow morning – I should go to my strength class but I’ll make a game-time decision on that. I’m also going to call the physical therapy company that is housed in my gym – it’s possible I’ll need a referral but my real doctor is pretty easy to get an appointment with so that’s not a huge obstacle. I just see the 15-mile run I have ahead of me on Saturday and wince at the idea of being out there for so long and possibly making this worse…
So stay tuned. I genuinely think I can get past this, and if a therapist tells me to take it easy with the running, I will. I know I can continue to train at a slightly reduced mileage and still stay in the game; I’d just much prefer to stick with my schedule. It sounds lame but I printed my training schedule when I first started and I take so much satisfaction from crossing off the workouts on each day – I know a lot of runners need to skip runs here and there but because running does not come naturally to me and remains such a challenge, I want to get as much practice in as possible before the big day. But of course I don’t want to do anything stupid – if it’s bursitis, fine, but if it’s the beginning of a stress fracture – not so fine!
Anyway, enough rambling from me. We’ll see how tomorrow goes and take it from there. Off to foam roll!