I had this positive, peppy post drafted in my head last week that I never ended up sitting down to write. It was going to talk about my rest week, my ART appointment, and how I was very hopeful that I would be as good as new this week.
While I would love to sit here and right that positive, peppy post, it’s not going to happen.
After my bad run on Tuesday, I got in to see my chiropractor on Wednesday, where I got a painful round of ART done. He told me to rest a few more days and to run on the weekend (nothing crazy!) to see how my IT band/knee/leg felt. He taped me up with the fancy tape and told me he was hopeful I would be back at it pretty quick. I left his office feeling happy and optimistic and sporting the new fashion style.
I rested like a good girl for the rest of the week and my leg felt great. I waited until Sunday morning to go out for a few miles but stuck to my neighborhood as much as the trails were calling my name. I stayed on flat ground and didn’t venture too far just in case my leg wasn’t up to running just yet. My leg felt great at first, but around mile 2 it started getting cranky again. I stopped just over 3 miles and felt a little defeated, but still hoped for the best.
I had another ART appointment today after work, so just to be sure my leg was still mad and I knew exactly where to describe the pain, I did another very easy short run this morning. Once again, the first couple miles were fine, but the getting all too familiar pain showed up just after mile 2.
I was kind of bummed out all day, having a feeling about what I was going to be told that afternoon, but I again tried to stay positive. I walked into his office this afternoon and told him things were not feeling good. “But you don’t get injured!” I wish that was still true.
He dug around in my IT band and knee where I told him the pain was and sure enough, I have a very pissed off leg and it hadn’t gotten any better. He worked on it a ton, explained what was going on and it did start to release. But this time I got the “you aren’t going to like what I have to say” phrase prefacing the words “no running” for the first time since I became a runner.
Honestly, I was a little relieved to hear the words so I didn’t have to decide myself, but I still didn’t want to hear them. I wanted it magically to be ok and I could be out running again like I have every other time I have had pain in the past. He told me to come back in a week and we will see where I am, but most likely it will be about 3 weeks (hopefully no more!).
I got in my car to drive home and ended up crying the whole way. I know I am so dramatic. I tried to tell myself 3 weeks isn’t that long, at least its weeks and not months, that I am lucky to never have to deal with an injury before, and all those things I just don’t really want to hear.
I do know those things but that doesn’t mean I still won’t be sad and frustrated.
My habits, my routine, my schedule, my eating, my sanity all revolve around running, and without it I have just feel lost. Going from 80+ miles a week to 0 now just feels so weird and empty.
On the positive side, I am starting to make a list of things I can do to fill my time that I don’t get to do when I am always running. Kylie and Emma will also be continuing to get a lot of extra attention, as will my foam roller. I might even get back on my spin bike again if my leg calms down, even though I really just want to protest everything that isn’t running.
I know I will be ok. Those weeks will fly by, hopefully ending with me as good as new. It’s not fun to run when it hurts like that anyways. I also will let myself be sad, because it does suck and it is a bummer and I will miss it a lot. I have never been told not to run and it’s definitely a weird thing to hear. I know my body needs and deserves this rest, so I will continue to do my best to be patient and look on the bright side.
My running shoes aren’t going anywhere and will be waiting for me when I am healed and ready.