So last week’s half marathon was okay. I mean, it was great that I got to run with my fabulous girls, but it wasn’t my best race by a mile. Following the run I was a little dejected mentally. Here I was, 4 weeks away from my 2nd marathon, and I felt like I was miles from where I was last September before my first go at 26.2. I blame my IT band injury and the daily refrigerator reminder of my deficits as evidence by all the empty holes on my training calendar. I was motivated to turn my frown upside down so I got myself right back to the gym on Tuesday for an early morning interval session. On Monday while at work, I felt my right hammy acting a little goofy. Not painful, but tight and unusual. But it wasn’t until I was trying to bust out 400m speed intervals on the treadmill that I truly realized what was going on.
I came home after that awful run and started freaking out. I immediately jumped on my foam roller and starting the early morning manic tweeting and texting sprees. After consultation, the Perfect Stranger suspicions were just as I had expected. After babying my left knee for nearly two weeks earlier in the month, my right leg had in turn suffered its own injury, only made worse by the hilly half marathon over the weekend. I started back on my injury routine (RICE, Aleve, stretching, flat shoes, repeat). After a day of rest and what felt to be an improvement in my hip/hammy discomfort, I returned to the gym yesterday to give the ‘mill another go. It took about 2 minutes at 5.6mph to realize that running was an absolute NO GO. The tension in my right hip was not gone. In fact, it felt worse. I stomped off and pouted through 20 minutes on the elliptical followed by weights and more stretching as soon as I got home. More whining and negative thoughts kept swirling around in my head. What is going on with me? Why isn’t my body cooperating with me? All I want to do is run!! And I especially don’t want to turn into a whiny injured wannabe. No no no. No.
As if that’s not enough, here’s the twist. My Dad asked me a couple weeks back if I was interested in the Chi Town Half Marathon this weekend in Chicago. I held back initially since I wanted to see how I felt after last week’s race. But since the body initially felt good post-run, I registered. Not two days later did the hip pain surface. And now here I sit, two days away from a race I REALLY want to run, and I’m not sure what to do. And so I present to you my options.
Option #1: Don’t run at all. Stretch. Rest. Roll. Recover. Ensure that I don’t hurt myself before the Carmel Marathon in 3 weeks (oy, btw).
Option #2: Run the 10k option, even though there’s no medal (aka. what’s the point?).
Option #3: Tackle the entire 13.1. Walk when I need to. Bow out if I feel awful. But run with my Daddy, cross that finish line and get that damn medal around my neck.
My frustration is currently clouding my judgement and I want to make sure my decision is a smart one, so I’m asking for your help. Right now I’m leaning towards not running, because destroying all I’ve worked for over these past 3 months is not worth one race/ one medal/ one run with Dad. I am not that naive. There will be many more of all of these and if I hurt myself worse, I’ll be out much longer than a couple weeks. BUT I just really, really don’t want to miss out on QT with DID. I’m just totally unsure.
What would you do??
Please & thank you. I really want your advice.