Monday night I went back to ART, just every other Monday for the last few weeks. It had been 2 very long weeks since I was told not to run, and this week I was cautiously optimistic that I might be told running is ok. Even just a tiny bit.
Each week when I walk in he asks me how I am doing… but always responds with “miserable because you’re not running right?” I always agree because I have been following doctor’s orders exactly.
He worked on my leg as I grimaced in pain like every other Monday, and finally it seemed that he had found the culprit of what has been causing my so much grief. A big fat tight painful knot right near my knee. Sometimes with ART, it takes a number of sessions to work through the problems and find the source of it all. I hope that was it!
At the end of every week I am given my homework on what I can and cannot do. First it was no running, then it was walking with some running thrown in… this week I finally heard the best words ever.
“This week you can give running a try.”
I was told to heat and stretch my leg really good before I go and to ice it when I return. I also always have to be told a distance since that’s the way my mind works. I suggested 2 miles and he agreed that was a good place to start. He also told me not to go too far from home because if it hurts I need to stop right then and there.
I left the office with a big huge smile.
Tuesday morning I woke up, got my running clothes on and drank coffee and watched the news while I heated my leg.
I stretched and rolled and turned on my Garmin. I put on my running shoes and off I went into the perfect spring morning.
I wish I could tell you that this was the best feeling run of my life. That I felt fast and free and light. That my legs were praising me for all this time off. The truth is, I have lost a lot of fitness over the last 6 weeks and I am out of shape!
I didn’t care though.
It didn’t matter how slow I was running or how out of shape I felt because I was running.
I did a number of short loops around my neighborhood just in case, and as I approached 2 miles I got a little nervous. It was usually around 2 miles that the pain would show up, but this day it didn’t. I ran two pain free miles!
I emailed my doctor later and told him about my run and asked what I should do next. The reply back made my day.
Of course I need to continue to follow all the same rules and keep it short, but I am really hoping that that run was the first of many pain free runs to come. I am still cautious and definitely very nervous that the pain will come back, but I am hopeful that my patience and following doctor’s orders exactly will pay off very soon.