The quick stint on the DL that I mentioned? Not so quick. I’m benched. On the injured list. Sidelined. Out of commission. Whatever you call it, I’m not currently running.
At first I was told it was inflammation of my hip abductor muscles, but today I learned I have some slight tearing in one of the tendons, caused by the swelling and inflammation of what probably started as tendinitis in the late summer. Apparently I was ignoring some inflammation before I ran a rather convoluted PR at the Newport Liberty Half Marathon, and the frequent sharp turns unique to the Newport races exacerbated an existing problem.
Ignoring a problem? Whaaaat? That doesn’t sound like me at all!
Oops. (But I was completely pain-free this summer! I swear!! Sneaky hip.)
I’ve already spent a considerable amount of time sulking and being bitter, hence the near silence as of late. While I still plan on doing my fair share of moping as my muscles atrophy (I know, it’s just perception), I’m choosing to live through other runners (“So, what did we do today?? 8x800m at 10k pace?! Perfect! I was really needing something short and choppy after our hilly long run last weekend!”), and get my mental breaks from
drinking hours of Vampire Diaries baking stupid amounts of pushups short bike rides, easy yoga, and this new phenomenon called “free time.”
In November I started treatment with ART sessions three times a week, but am now switching to physical therapy two times a week. I have between a month and six weeks to go, which would make the Boston Marathon a slow fun run, or a great day to spectate and get amped up for my fall marathon. No matter when I get back out on the roads, I will be in Beantown on Marathon Monday either to run or support my friends and some of the greatest American distance runners of my lifetime, including my new BFF Shalane.
In the meantime, I’ll be working my glutei off at physical therapy, unlocking far too many badges on Untappd, and researching fast fall marathons. Back to Philly to PR without puking? Try my hand at flat Rehoboth Beach, where I can recover at the Dogfish Head brewery? Wineglass? Mohawk Hudson? The absurdly-downhill Steamtown Marathon?
Ah, the possibilities! Thoughts?