Arizona was great, guys. I met a lot of current and potential Oiselle dealers, and saw a few current and met some new friends, which is always a nice perk to a business trip. I worked on my car karaoke and listened to a lot of the podcasts you recommended (queued up the ones I didn’t get to – thank you all!) during the miles of driving. I also got pulled over once, but blessed be AZ Highway Patrolman Reeves let me off with a warning. To be fair, if the speed limit was still 75 like I thought it was, I wouldn’t have been speeding. They should really make those signs a little bigger and brighter! Or I should pay more attention. Yeah, probably the latter. Anyway, dipped into the karma bank for that one, for sure.
Awesome Boston love at Runner’s Den AZ
I also got a diagnosis and treatment plan for that stupid “niggle kind-of-not-really injury” that I complained about last week. It was totally unplanned and kind of fell into my lap, but hot damn am I weirdly thrilled it did. Yes I just said thrilled to be officially on the Injured Reserve. Let me explain…
In Flagstaff – which btw did you know is like a mountain town with snow and sub-freezing temperatures? me and my packed duffle of tshirts and shorts didn’t – I stayed with Steph and Ben, two pro runners, 1/2 of which are newly and adorably pregnant if you didn’t see.
[pause to serve in grammar timeout for a minute]
[[another pause to warn you that if you don’t actually intend for me to take you up on the offer, never say “we have a spare room, come visit anytime!”, no matter how many beers deep or unlikely you think I’ll remember, because I will and will totally cash in on it]]
from instagram – nightstand picky bars at casa de Rothstein-Bruce
Tuesday morning we were going to go for a run, which Average Joes can do with pro runners when they’re building a human inside their belly and are forced to take it easy, and I mentioned my stupid naggy, cranky hip. Steph, being the run coach and smart professional she is, immediately was all “I have a great guy that can probably straighten you out – do you want me to call and see if they can squeeze you in? You should definitely get that looked at… [picks up phone and speed dials Dr AJ]”
And so just like that I had an appointment between my first and second sales presentations. Steph was weirdly excited about it and how “great” it was going to be. Shortly before the appointment I learned “great” meant “painful” and her excitement was somewhat sadistic and crazy. Why are runners so weird(/awesome)?
After a few quick tests and discussing the history of the “injury” AJ asked what I thought it was.
“Piriformis, I guess, although I’ve been refusing to admit it’s a real anything.”
“Oh it’s real, you have High Hamstring Tendinosis and your whole leg is pretty jacked from running on it so long. Probably your other leg too, but we’ve only got 40 minutes left so get on the and get ready to cry.” *
*paraphrased. I’ve PTSD-erased most of the details from my memory
There was a lot of painful hand massage breaking up all the crap in my hamstring, adductors, and hip flexors, mobility tests and retests, and an even more painful (ego, not physical) core test revealing all the months of core work I’ve not been doing. I left feeling a lot better physically, at ease mentally knowing what was wrong, $80 poorer and with a solid rehab plan in hand. It wasn’t until somewhere between Flagstaff and Phoenix the whole, “you’re on the shelf” set in.
‘So, I guess I won’t run Carlsbad “for fun” with Kristina after all. Bummer…
… Which probably means I’m not running 30 miles at Ragnar Del Sol in six weeks, either… Crap how am I going to tell the team? (Oh, team, I uh, owe you an email…) ((Oh and does anybody want to run for me??))
… Seriously did he say ONE MILE a day? Ugh wah wahhh wahhhh…’
Quiet alone time in the car is so fun.
My plan to recovery involves quite a few ham, glute, and core strengthening exercises 4-5x/wk, and running one mile per day, increasing only when there is no pain or soreness during or after. No trails, hills, speedwork, or friends (who often make you accidentally run faster than you planned) until I’m running 100% pain-free. ETA for back-to-normal, ready to train self: 100 days.
And after talking with Stacey, who had the same issue but stubbornly ran through it (which I was totally on plan to do) and is now having surgery to repair the partial tear it lead to, I will stick to that assignment. It’s a lot easier accepting an injury with a formal diagnosis and a comprehensive plan of attack to get back rather than, “take some time off until it doesn’t hurt anymore or just stop running” like some friends have received. Truthfully I think that’s what kept me away from coughing up the $ for an appointment before.
It’s really bizarre because as I’m writing this, I don’t feel any sadness or frustration (maybe those are coming – stages of grief?), just a sense of gratefulness. Seems like an injury post would be considerably less rosy, right? It just feels like having the wheels stopped, reset, and placed on a new set of tracks rather than just blindly rolling around hoping to land in the right spot is a much smarter path to take. Even if it means a long road ahead and getting started from zero, at least I know where it’s going.
Plus there are cute coffee shops along the way like Bergies in Gilbert.
awkward transition but wanted to share this pic and couldn’t fit it in anywhere else