Week 5

Injured.

Angrily injured.

After feeling the buttock and hamstring pain on Sunday, I took Monday and Tuesday off, with some stretching and weight lifting instead. Monday was so bad that I could barely walk without serious limping. On Wednesday I was feeling better and thought I'd try a run with one of our track athletes who was also nursing an injury. Though the pain came and went through the run, it was a hobbling, slow run. The next morning, I attempted a run that went about the same, but more pain towards the end, and limping back home. This was definitely not normal soreness and it wasn't subsiding as I had expected it to. So I decided to bite the bullet and rest it, maintaining hot/cold alternations and lots of foam rolling.

Three more days of no running, but ellipticalling instead. I felt some tension while on the machines, but no pain, thankfully. This would be a sufficient substitute until I could resume running. Meanwhile, I researched. Relentlessly. And tossed between piriformis syndrome and a fractured sacrum, both of which could mean a long recovery. I made an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon friend who thought there could be a hip issue. I researched Active Release Technique (ART), and began trying to target the precise point of the problem. I saw a massage therapist friend on campus who gave me a brief massage and assessed my muscle tension. In the past, I was never good at healing and recovery, always trying to train through the pain. But this was different - I am older, I am recovering from childbirth, and I am considerably wiser than my twenty-something self. I was going to recover like a champ.

When I saw the orthopedic surgeon, he confirmed what I thought: the piriformis muscle. He tested my mobility for strain and pain; I was hardly feeling pain while walking, stairs, elliptical, or weight lifting, but felt horrible pain if I tried to run. Impact injury. He said I was basically doing everything I should be doing, and that I needed to be patient and continue treating it until the pain is gone. My May 4th half marathon could possibly not happen. I was more worried about affecting my September full marathon. Thankfully, he said, there didn't seem to be anything worse going on. Just a slow, painful muscle strain. I'm not as young as I used to be, and my body is not going to heal as quickly as it once did.

Friday will be an appointment with an ART specialist - maybe he will profoundly help my issue. Until then, I will continue treating it with rolling, hot/cold treatment, ibuprofin, careful movements, and as many healing foods as I can.

I have decided to cut back my projected mileage, and return to my pre-baby marathon training plan, and lessened weekly miles. This isn't the time to make a major change in my capacity as a runner; I need to focus on just returning to where I was before. Instead of peaking at 80 miles/week, I will peak around 55 miles/week. Starting with about 33 miles/week when I do return to running. This move actually feels quite good: comfortable, familiar, and I know I am capable of doing it. But slowly. Patiently. Gradually. It is frustrating not being able to launch myself into sub-elite training right off the bat, but it HAS only been 6 months since Jack was born, and I really didn't give my body what it needed to adjust into running effectively.

Lesson learned. Moving forward, carefully.