Any Austin Powers fans out there?
I’ve been gone for so long…and I’m sorry. Not that anyone’s been unable to go on without reading my special blend of running encouragement mixed with a healthy dose of swearing and negativity, but still…I apologize.
I’ve missed writing. I’ve missed reading about my fellow runners/bloggers and their lives. I’ve missed it all. I just can’t quit you!
I mulled over several possible post titles in my head this morning, all of which happened to be song titles and have me singing–
Please forgive me cues Bryan Adams…
I know not what I do
Please forgive me
I can’t stop loving you (yuck!)
Baby I’m Back cues Akon…
Now I’m back in the flesh
Feeling so blessed
Back in your corner, suga suga don’t stress
Forget about the rest
Let’s go inside
I’m back in your zone, baby
Back in your vibe
Alive and Kicking cues Simple Minds…
You turn me on
You lift me up
Like the sweetest cup I’d share with you
You lift me up, don’t you ever stop, I’m here with you
And basically this kind of shit is the reason I can’t get anything done lately.
I’m all over the place. I might have seasonal ADD, if there is such a thing.
December came and went in a flash. We had the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tapdanced with Danny Fucking Kaye…complete as always with a family viewing of White Christmas.
My family White Elephant gift exchange was a big hit. Gifts included a horse mask, cold hard cash, a picture of an astronaut sloth, a singing toilet snowman, a handpainted coffee mug, and my husband entering the room in a parody of Dick in a Box (no one wanted his gift but me!) My gift was a cross stitch…I am horrifically UNcrafty, so my gift was truly a labor of love. It read, “Your Awesome.” HH battled it out with my sister and came up the proud winner.
I also spent many hours stitching a (still unfinished) gift for my sister…Jocking the Bitches and Slapping the Hos (any Boyz-N-The-Hood fans?)
I had another birthday…41! It’s not the years, it’s the mileage, right? Right.
We had a frozen water line…damn you Polar Vortex!
Our fridge went out and we spent over a month heading out to the one in the FREEZING garage while a very strange repair guy kept coming out trying to fix the old one (and engaging me in strange conversations about his dancing Border Collie and other random thoughts.) After six weeks, we gave up and bought a balls-to-the-wall kickass new one, but not before said repair guy dropped one final gem. He told me that he had discovered a pill that makes bugs explode but comes in a food grade that kills parasites in dogs. He and his wife occasionally take it for more energy, and they recently gave it to their 4-year old daughter and later found clumps of worms in her diaper.
Yep, I’ve been busy living the dream, folks!
As for running? Well, I pushed it aside for the holidays and only managed 1-2 runs/week, so any posts during that time would have been titled, “Run, Says the Sloth!” I tried to run just enough to not lose my fitness. After a few weeks of few running endorphins, but lots of peanut butter balls, cookies, and holiday vino, I headed out with my running coach Oscar (my dog) and had an exhilarating, mind-clearing, sanity-restoring 4-miler on my birthday…so fun that I posted on facebook my goal for a 1:50 half marathon sometime in 2014….
then I woke up the next morning with bursitis in my hip.
At first I thought it might be my IT band, just really high. The pain was on my side, lower hip, not my glute but not far enough around to be my quad. I applied my tried-and-true adaptation of the R.I.C.E.(W!) regimen…sitting on the couch with my ass and saddlebag hanging out on a pack of ice while nursing a medicinal glass of wine postdinner. I tried to run again with Oscar two days later. Same problem, and pain with every step throughout the day, especially on stairs.
So I rolled it. Big mistake. I made it angry. Finally, I consulted Dr. Internet and realized that it was the start of bursitis, and instead of rolling out sore muscle tissue, I applied a significant (ahem!) amount of body weight on the bursa sac in my hip.
Oops! My bad!
Disclaimer: My ass is not this ridiculously tight
Bursitis scares me. It makes me think OLD, for some reason, maybe because it makes me think of bunions, which I know are totally unrelated. Still, it just seems like an old person injury.
“Boys! Bring me an icepack…my bursitis is killing me!” See?
It also scares me because I know it’s one of those injuries that can quickly become chronic, and between you, me and the entire internet, I’ve got enough chronic pain with my plantar fasciitis (“Boys! Bring me my frozen water bottle…my plantar fasciitis is killing me!”)
So I took a few more days off and tried to figure out what went wrong. I knew that I’d pushed it with my lack of running, but please—after ten years of running, I know my running base and my injury inclinations, and my hips don’t get injured (they don’t lie either…wink!).
FINALLY I figured it out. The problem was the waist leash I wear with Oscar! I was wearing it too low across my hips…like an airplane seatbelt or this year’s Christmas cookies. It was a trauma injury from where the belt smacked my side.
Adjustment made…now I wear it at belly level, where this year’s Christmas cookies also reside, but where there are no fluid-filled sacs. Problem solved. I also spent some extra time at the gym working on isolated hip strengthening exercises.
If you have bursitis or are trying to figure out hip issues and pain, here are a few great articles that I found helpful, including some exercises…and I found the single knee bend exercise to be very helpful and informative.
Now I’m 100% and one week into my training for my next racing goal–the Heartland 39.3 Challenge. It’s three half marathons in five weeks. The first race is Rock the Parkway on April 12th.
I’m on the fence between Hal Higdon’s Intermediate and Advanced Half Marathon programs. I want to run the most that I can in order to feel prepared, but the Advanced program calls for 6 days/week of running, and the first long run was 90 minutes with the last 1/4 at goal race pace, and my buddy Hal said you should finish feeling refreshed, not fatigued. Um, right. I decided to run 6 miles slow and 2 at close to goal pace, which ended up being around 9:25 for the slow part and 8:45 for the last two miles (my legs were getting tired and I was running into hurricane-force winds.) I ended up stopping at 1:16 and figure that’s good enough for Week One. I also took the next day off because my legs felt like they needed it. I’ll try to do the full 6-day program next week.
If you’ve stuck with this long post, thanks for reading and not giving up on this post or on me! I am so glad to be back writing, and I’ve missed you!
What I’m running to: Psylla by Glass Animals, Shake Your Body Down to the Ground by the Jacksons