I briefly interrupt the honeymoon recap to go back to what this blog is about: running!
Yesterday, the weather was warmer (in the 40’s — I’ll take what I can get), my foot felt better, I ripped my pants in the morning, and went off running at night.
Oh, wait, what? I ripped my pants? Huh?
Yep, at some point yesterday I ripped my pants. I don’t know how many people I flashed my bright pink polka-dot underwear to (and it wasn’t a small rip, it was a well-beyond-repair rip), but at lunch I went to the bathroom, saw my reflex in the mirror as I was walking in, and almost had a heart attack.
Luckily, I’ve been too lazy to take all the clothes I’ve dumped here on days I ran home from work, so I had a skirt to change into (and luckily it wasn’t as cold as it had been).
I had already made the decision that Wednesday I’d be back running, but if this isn’t an extra kick of motivation, I don’t know what is!
I was excited! And freaking scared! It had been over a month since my last run, and though I love to say that it’s ok, because I was doing all sorts of other exercises and stuff, I have to be honest that I took the injury as a sign that the world thinks I should instead be a bum and not worry about exercise until I could run again. (What? Carrying around all this extra vacation weight around is hard, you know??) So I knew my endurance was shot, plus I would be running with an extra 8lbs on my ass, which means that aerodynamic I was not.
So I met up the group and off we went to the Mt Vernon trail for our usual Wednesday run. I was relieved to see that people still remembered who I was, and that I had company on the run, as Amber was also coming back from an injury. I forced myself to stay at a very slow 12 min/mile pace to make sure that I could, in fact, run 40 minutes non-stop (can you believe that two months ago I was running my second marathon? Me neither *sad face*).
I finished the run fine — I was chatting the whole time (if only I could literally talk my ass off, I’d be sooo skinny!), felt tired, but also felt that I could have gone longer. My foot bothered me a bit, and I even felt my knee hurt a bit (I really don’t need new injuries!), but overall it felt good. We did 3.4 miles in that time (to think I ran 4 miles last time I ran for 40 minutes on a Wednesday run…), and then a bunch of us went off for beers, because, well, why not?
An hour later I had horrible hip pain — not the same type of hip pain I suffered back in April where it felt like I had a pinched nerve. This feels like I pulled something. Can my body just give me a break already?
I used my nifty home ultrasound machine on my foot, put my fancy strassburg sock on, and slept in peace, knowing that I’m back, pains and aches will hopefully go away (I hope it’s just rust, you know, from lack of use). I slept so good after my run, that I didn’t wake up to my alarm, and finally got up 20 minutes before I was supposed to be in the office. Oh, ooops! (Missed my bus, but luckily caught a different one and got the metro right as I got to each stop, and was only here 11 minutes late, looking like crap, but who cares…)
I waited a little over a month since my last run, but only 3 weeks since my MRI. I really couldn’t have started the new year knowing I hadn’t been running — I’m not one for New Year’s resolutions, and definitely didn’t want running to become one — I wanted to be a thing I DO not a thing I WILL DO. Does that make sense?
Hip is a bit sore today, but I got 60 minutes on the schedule for tomorrow morning with the group (yay for Federal Holiday on a Friday!).
The foot doesn’t feel any worse this morning than it did yesterday morning pre-run, so I’ll take this as a good sign.
I think, I can honestly say: I’m BACK! (But don’t think I won’t post a bunch of beach pictures of my honeymoon just because I’m running again — you’ll have to endure views from paradise for another couple of posts!)