There IS an issue. Thursday's run was cut short to 1.5 miles of inexplicable hip pain. I can't recall ever cutting a run that short. Thursday the chiropractor realigned me and Friday I saw the D.O. who diagnosed a "fired up" gluteus minimus and gave me a lidocaine/steroid injection (that was a first). Neither saw running today as a major injury risk so I went forward with it.
I can't believe what a headcase I have been the last few days. I was worried I had torn something, worried I had jeopardized Boston (again), and frustrated I apparently can't seem to detect warning signs in my body. I'd been feeling great.
By Friday night I was a fragile mess on the verge of tears. It's been a tough week post-conference and with Robert gone to Mexico, and there have been emotional issues with the kids, a close friend, and a family member going through some trying times. The last straw was when the oven stopped working last night. I stood there, kids' frozen pizzas in hand, shaking my head thinking, yup, one of those weeks. Thanks to my neighbor Debbie who is my trusty plan B!
Last night I decided needed to get off Facebook for a few days, unplug from the world, and get myself straight again. I was spent and had nothing left to offer anyone. Coach Jim helped me formulate my mental plan for the day and I was glad to know he (and his wife and his cute speedy twins) would be on the sidelines to either cheer me on or scrape me up. I restrained myself from pouring my panic on him and only sent him one venting text this morning. My friend Carla bore the brunt of my freak-out (yay, smartphones!)
|Carla second from left - she's a TOUGH and STRONG runner, mom, and police officer|
|Coach Jim rocks.|
A positive takeaway from this race is that I know with a less-than-ideal lead-in to an event, I can still find my race focus and have confidence that my body knows what to do. I also learned that I still have work to do in the not-freaking-out department.
|Mark Long, awesome runner and a Team USA triathlete!!|