Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday's 18 miles also went pretty well. I'm not saying they were fun, but I managed to run them all without pain shooting down my left leg. I think Friday's massage helped a lot. Unfortunately, after running 18, I got home and couldn't quite keep my eyes open for the dumb Packers game that we should have won.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Ah, almost the weekend. After work, I'm getting a massage to try to loosen my hip/piriformis area before the weekend. Tomorrow is the NOCC/Pureology Break the Silence on ovarian cancer 5k. Whew, what a name. A group from the Brak Pak is running for one couple's mom/mother-in-law, who is still in the hospital recovering from surgical complications secondary to ovarian cancer. I'll be taking it slow - I really shouldn't be trying any 'speed work' (not too much emphasis on 'speed') with a pissed off piriformis.
Then, I WILL clean the house and mow, because Sunday involves 18 miles of running followed by watching football while prone with a bag o' peas on my bum.
I hope your weekend's a little more exciting than all that!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I tried to sleep for a bit and kept waking up with stabbing hip/buttock pain. Tomorrow, I suck it up and call the orthodoc. And hope, hope that he doesn't want to stick me with sharp needles.
Regardless, up next: 8 miles tomorrow night, 5k Saturday, 18 miles Sunday. I'm going to find me a tube of the cream Teecycle Tim recommended and ice/warm my bum...
Seriously, I experience physical symptoms from my fear of medical treatment. I have barfed on optometrists (as an adult), passed out in waiting rooms (before even going in), been asked to leave when trying to donate blood (after fainting for the umpteenth time), passed out after a shot (after I'd left the office - just THINKING about the shot), and on and on. I'm a big, big wussy.
So, I'm postponing calling the orthopedist until the pain overwhelms the fear. I'm pretty sure that will be around mile 15 of Sunday's 18 mile run. Such a wussy.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
And afterward, some post-race festivities...
(Maria forgot her Brak Pak shirt). Slow running, good times, and a sore hip...
Thanks to Yvonne for the pics.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday brought another 6-8 rain drops and a step-down 12 mile run. On the last (down)hill, my hip really went haywire, shooting pain down my leg, so there is a trip to the massage therapist and (maybe) doctor in my near future. Dumb hip/sciatic/whatever.
The hurricane did bring in something nice, though: weather in the 80s all week! I don't care if my hip hurts - weather like this is such a nice running break!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Maybe it's a bit of the military tarnish on me - you get used to PCSing (moving) and changing jobs at a certain time at a certain interval. I don't know. My other "big change" period is in Spring (March-May), when I've married, moved, divorced, changed jobs, separated from the military, deployed, and many other crazy things.
Or maybe it's just that those are the marathon seasons - Spring and Fall - and I didn't know that these crazy 26.2 mile runs were eventually going to control my path. At least marathons are, in many ways, easier events than some of those!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
So, after my mass ant killing, I was itching and itching this morning. And then, as I contorted to itch some more, I realized - I could move my hip without stabbing pain! I guess I'll be making massage part of my training routine.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
But the pain subsides when you relax in the vineyard afterward...
Thanks to Tom Lake for the pics. Tonight: 2 mile zoo run (I'm thinking slowish)
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Yeah, with the long run on Sunday, generally cruddy feeling, and hills, I decided to take this race nice and easy. The race involved 5 miles of hills and, this year, nearly 800 runners/walkers. Even though I thought the route was easier than past years' routes, I still finished a pathetic 5 minutes over last year's time. Pathetic is pretty much how this one looks, too, but a little less chicken-like:
I recovered over a glass (or two) of wine at the vineyard, however, and went home to crash on the couch. Tonight - 7 or 8 miles, I'm sure.
[Katrina - looks like you got me by 8 places in the evil age group!]