It's been two weeks since I've been able to run. I think I'm going insane.
My last race was the Boomers Run to Breathe Cystic Fibrosis 10k on July 9th. Since then, I've only run 11 miles. According to my training plan for the NYC Marathon, I was scheduled to run over 100 miles during the month of July. As of right now, looks like my total will be a measly 27 miles. And all because I'm a BIG, GIANT, STUBBORN, DUMBA$$.
My hip has been aching for weeks, maybe even months. I had a feeling I had bursitis but I've had it before and I figured it was no big deal. So instead of going to the doctor and getting it checked out, I ignored the pain and kept running. Like an idiot. I didn't ice it or stretch more or anything; I just kept running. In fact, I even started running faster and added hills to my routes. I made plans to run over bridges and to add speed work. And then the week after my last race something bad happened. I left my apartment that Thursday night, started to run and didn't even make it to the corner. My hip was on fire. I have a pretty high tolerance for pain and I've run through plenty of it. But I found myself unable to take another step that Thursday night and I went home devastated.
That weekend, I skipped the Central Park Conservancy 4 miler. I've never skipped a race before. But it gave me the opportunity to cheer for some pretty special folks, and I had a great time watching instead of running. Of course, I toted my camera along and took some great shots. I waited at the beginning of the race, and then at the finish line and it was incredible to watch everyone push themselves as hard as they could. You can see the determination in so many of their faces in the pictures. I love that feeling of pushing it hard, giving it everything you have to cross the finish line strong. I miss that feeling be it at the end of a race, or even just at the end of a training run. Here are some of my favorite pictures from that race. You can also see a slideshow of most of the pics here (I took over 500 but narrowed them down).
Monday morning, I went to the doctor and was diagnosed with bursitis. But on top of that, it seems there's some pretty major calcification in my hip from the injury. I got a shot of cortisone, some anti-inflammatory patches and blew off the idea of PT. Once again: STUBBORN IDIOT. I figured I'd pop lots of advil, ice it, stretch, and rest it for a few days and then be back out running again. I waited a whole week, headed out last Thursday night and went for a test run. And yes, that was the Thursday that it felt like 110 degrees in Central Park. I ran a total of 2.89 miles but by the first mile, I was once again in excrutiating pain. It seems I never learn my lesson. So now a whole week later, I've hit the elliptical a few times (it doesn't hurt my hip), and have been practicing hot yoga but no running. The NYC Marathon is about 100 days away, I can't run and I'm totally freaked.
The last three years of running have been awesome and I've accomplished so much. But my main goal, the big accomplishment I've always had in the back on my mind, has been to run the New York City Marathon. 2011 is supposed to be my year. I'm not giving up yet. As this post publishes, I'm hanging with my doctor trying to figure out the best course of action to get me back on my feet again. In the meantime, I'm going to keep at the yoga, elliptical, and I've taken up swimming which is kicking my butt and keeping me strong, if not making me stronger.
So, that's where I've been and why I've been a bit cranky. Stay tuned... and send some positive healing vibes. Pretty please. But please no pity cause that's not my style. I didn't write this post for pity or for attention. But maybe next time you have an ache that just won't go away, you'll get it looked at instead of being a BIG, GIANT, STUBBORN, DUMBA$$ like me.