Why the hell am I dressed like this? I am never dressed like this. I am never dressed like this while making out with my dog.
The truth is I do work and I try to not wear running gear every second of my life...but this week there is more to the story.
I refuse to say the "I" word about my situation. The "I" word is a very bad word in the mind of a runner. Even more bad (badder?) than the "C"word or the "F" word.
INJURED
I am not going to say I'm injured. I am going to say I am in a small setback with running. I am taking a break. I am challenged in the running department.
Let's back up:
For the past many months I have been cruising along at my usual 30 to 35 miles per week on roads and trails. Minding my own business, hurting no one. At peace with the world. Patting myself on the back for not getting injured in so long.
Here I am:
Then it happened. Tuesday Ken and I went out for a 5 mile run. It was on hard packed snow and ice. I felt fine. Later that day the outside of my right hip was sore, but not bad. Thought nothin' of it. The next day I went for 6 miles and by mid-run the pain was horrendous. Like a stabbing pain even with walking. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
I then did what every self respecting runner does and came home and diagnosed myself via Google. Who need doctors anymore anyway. Clearly I have hip bursitis.
Hip bursitis occurs when some sac (hahahha I said "sac") gets over-filled and inflamed with fluid (hahaaaa I said "sac" and "fluid" in the same sentence) and cause pain. Or something like that. Stupid ass sacs.
Or, maybe not. Maybe it's just a really hateful and angry muscle that got out of whack.
Or, maybe not. Maybe I have a tumor. <self diagnosing has it's drawbacks.
Anyway, clearly this calls for DTOFR (Dreaded Time Off From Running). I've been here before. It's okay, really it is. But excuse me if I see you running and I get out of my car and limp over to you and punch in the crotch.
This is actually the best possible time to be idle. The weather sucks. I don't have a race for a few months. I can do this.
My greatest hope is that this is short lived mother eff'ing non-injury that will disappear as quickly as it appeared. Denial? Maybe, but I'm going with it for now. I am also self medicating with wine and going to Vegas in the morning. I always run in Vegas (love my Strip-runs), but probably not this time...okay, I'll bring my shorts and shoes just in case.
Give me some of that misery-loves-company love:
Are you injured now? With what?
When was your last injury?
How do you cope? I try very hard to have a positive outlook and to not wallow. This is temporary. I can do other things to stay fit until I am reunited with running.
SUAR