As you may or may not remember, I decided to take some time off from running in an attempt to let my IT bands heal after the Disney Half Marathon in January. For any of you who suffer from ITBS, you know it’s not something you can just “run through”. In fact, the more you run, the worse it gets.
After researching ITBS to death, the common denominator seemed to keep coming back to an imbalance in the hips and weak quad and gluteal muscles. Like many runners, I’ve been suffering from a major case of runner’s tunnel vision. Runrunrunrunrunrunrun and more run. That’s it. The occasional foray onto my elliptical and IT specific PT exercises occasionally made an appearance on my workout calendar, but that was about it. And ooh mama, did I pay for it!
Around mile 6 of the Donald Half the pain started and just kept on getting worse. The last three miles saw me either limping or dragging my left leg behind me. Dressed up as Sleeping Beauty, it probably would have been more appropriate if I had dressed up as this guy.
I managed to gimp my way across the finish line, and after my post-race 10 minute pity party, decided it was time to take back control of my lower extremities. I set a blast-off date of May 1st as my return to the pavement. This time though, I’m all business.
Weightlifting, PT exercises, ellipticals, ARC trainers, and stationary bikes have become part of my daily routine. Don’t get me wrong, I’m 43 days away from hitting the road again and counting every damn millisecond. If I don’t go jump off a cliff in the meantime, it will be nothing short of a miracle.
However, I am trying like hell to keep an eye on the prize: 13.1 miles at this year’s Wine and Dine with NO pain (aside from the usual discomfort which is completely acceptable!) And yes, I’m even going to go so far as to say I’m looking to PR. Yes, at a DISNEY RACE. I’m sure right now you’re thinking, “why Black Dog, you MUST be on crack!” Maybe so. Who PR’s at a Disney race?? We all have to have something to shoot for, don’t we? So what if my target seems just a little whacked? Just trying to keep things interesting!
I have fought the urge to jump on the treadmill every time I walk in the gym. Or every time I lace up my running shoes. Or open my eyes. Or breathe. Or eat ice cream. I think you get the idea. But I will stay strong and whack the little bad demon over the head every time he whispers in my ear, “Go ahead. Just a couple of miles won’t hurt you.” Maybe not. What I won’t do, AGAIN, is rush back to my true love (no, the OTHER one), before I’m ready. As they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? Either that or completely loony tunes…
Enjoy the ride.
How do you cope with injuries?