Yesterday I woke up and crawled out of bed, a grimace on my face in anticipation of a painful twinge that didn’t come. I stepped into my pant legs gingerly, bracing myself as I’ve learned to do these last few weeks and … nothing. Really? That’s it? I was doubtful, but as the day went on I continued to feel great. As quickly as it came, the pain in my groin/thigh/butt area was gone.
I knew I shouldn’t push it and should rest for a couple of more days, but I’ve been antsy as hell, and if I’m being honest, gettin’ a little chunky ’round the middle. So after work I did a few stretches, and then on went the running shoes and I was out the door. I know what you’re thinking, but I played it safe and started running in the direction of my husband’s office. My training plan called for a slow as molasses 6 mile run (a pace I had no problem at all with after an 8 day hiatus!), but I only planned on going that far if I was 100% pain-free. I knew that if I headed toward his office, he would pass me on his way home and I could score a lift if I needed it. See? A responsible plan. Aren’t you proud?
It felt awesome to get out there, but I was winded from the get go. I could also feel the added bulk I’ve acquired over the past couple weeks bouncing around. Sexy right? Not so much, no. A mile in I started to feel a familiar twinge, but I wasn’t sure if it was a sore hammie from my bike ride on Sunday (it’s been a bit tight) or the telltale pain of a not-quite-healed-injury. I carried on with caution, but at 1.8 miles I decided I didn’t want to risk it and made the decision to walk once I hit mile 2. I had planned to keep walking as I waited for Kirk to drive by, but not a moment later I saw him drive around the bend. I waved him over to the side of the road and climbed in. Perfect timing. And see? I am perfectly capable of making smart, albeit difficult, decisions for the sake of my heath. **beams and pats self on back**
I got home and stuck a bag of frozen peas in my shorts while I made dinner and spent the rest of the night on the floor stretching, but it was worth it. And this morning? Only the tiniest hint of discomfort. I think I’ll hit the bike today and maybe do some weight lifting and then see if I can’t pick up my training tomorrow for my planned 5 miler. Wish me luck!
How long do you wait after injury subsides before getting back out there? My answer: as long as I can stand it, which, as you can see is not that long. 🙂