No, I’m not going through a phase after a shitty run where I swear off running forever. I’m not emo or having a reaction. I am being smart and recognizing that all of my running goals are on hold and I’ve been avoiding a nagging injury since November that has only gotten progressively worse.
It’s been in the back of my mind for a while. But I’ve had very running-centric goals for the last year or so and haven’t wanted to, or felt like I could, take a break. Now, with COVID19 smashing up everyone’s plans with physical distance requirements and nationwide shut downs, nay WORLDWIDE shut downs, I just don’t feel compelled to keep running through this right now.
I saw a few doctors prior to COVID19. Saw a few PT’s as well. It’s definitely an over-use, under-strengthened injury from running and not balancing with cross and strength training. I’m sure it has something to do with a combination of: postpartum body stuff, too much cardio, not enough strengthening, lack of pre-and post-run body care, a rapid adjustment to the difference in terrain (hellllooooo hills all the time), pushing Clara in the jogger on said hills, weak butt syndrom, stress, breastfeeding, coming off breastfeeding, etc.
The diagnosis ranged from “it seems to be TFL,” to xrays confirming arthritis in my back, to weak glutes, to over tight hamstrings. I’ve done PT, dry needling, xrays, anti-inflammatories (NSAIDS), yoga, rolling, blah blah blah. There’s now a constant pain in my leg and glutes and I am just over it.
I was talking to my bestie, Stef, last week and mentioned that I think I’m going to have to take some time off. She said “well you know what you would tell me in this situation…” I do. So I’m going to heed my own advice. At the earliest, my next race would be in November. I have my sights loosely set on the Philly half, since it’s the weekend before Thanksgiving and Chad’s family lives an hour away. That being said, I refuse to register for anything until I see other events start happening. So far everything I can see has been cancelled through the end of June and there isn’t a clear sight as to when we’ll get the thumbs up to gather at that level to a safe degree. The last thing I want to do right now is waste my money and my time, only to be disappointed. (Speaking of disappointment – my 20th marathon mailed my swag to the wrong address after updating it AND confirming the correct address TWICE and now they’re refusing to mail it to me… I finally emailed them and said forget it… #buzzkill).
So I’m not running. If you see my Strava, it’s littered with 1-2.5 mile “runs” with paces ranging from 15-22mm. Well, I have the oldest Garmin ever – Forerunner 230, hand-me-down – that only has one activity featured… You guessed it: RUN. And depending who my entourage is on my “run,” and frankly what mood they’re in, I might be clipping along for my dog walks, or I might be trying to motivate a 13-year-old young man who’s complaining of side-stitches, sore ankles, and tummy aches.
As for how long this will last, I’m not sure… I’m a week in and my leg still freaking hurts. I haven’t necessarily been loving my strength and cross training workouts, but I’m hoping that if I just keep plugging away, my brain will click and I’ll feel more motivated. I do feel stronger, and some of these exercises are BEASTS! I’m in phase 2 of Beachbody On Demand’s 80 Day Obsession. I’m not obsessed about it, but I might ride close to motivated. I’m utilizing the tools I have access to since the YMCA is closed, running makes me feel like I’m an 80-year-old hip replacement patient, and my poor husband might not survive if I don’t maintain a level of sanity through forced endorphins.
Wish me luck!