Recently, I've been seeing a chiropractor for my left hip. What happened? Well, it goes back to my fall during the Turkey Trot. Since then, after initially taking a week off from running due to hip pain, I have noticed that my left hip flexor tightens up after running at around 5 miles. There is also some compensatory tightness in my left low back that occurs at the same time. Finally, I decided to get some work done on it, because it wasn't getting better. Dr. Adamson confirmed that my hip flexors were all messed up, even mentioning that it felt as if I had torn some muscle tissue. I haven't been running well since that time, so it would make sense that I'm trying to compensate for injury.
The funniest thing is that my left leg feels "tight" after I run, as if it is jammed up and would feel better if someone yanked on it. Well, guess what? At my last visit, Dr. Adamson said, "You know, I think the muscles are causing you to have a leg length discrepancy; here, I'm going to distract your leg," grabbed my leg and, yes, yanked. And you know what? It felt better. I started laughing.
Yesterday, I ran 6.5 miles without significant pain, although I could feel my hip tightening up a bit at 4 miles. The good part is that, as I kept running, it seemed to let up a bit and I finished my run without pain or tightness. Looks like progress is being made.
I'm hoping that, if my left hip improves, I'll be able to feel better while running, and maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to run another marathon.
Friday, April 19, 2013
Thursday, April 18, 2013
A wolf in goose's clothing or playing chicken with a goose
It's springtime... the time when sentient beings find it important to procreate. Why? Well, having progeny ensures that the species will survive. This survival mentality can make parents and prospective parents very cranky. And I ran into one of those a couple of days ago.
I have tried to get back into my routine of running at Noon. I have found that doing this ensures that I get at least one workout in during the day. Too often, if I delay my run until later, "something" will come up. It may be a meeting that I didn't remember, or it may be an errand that I need to do, but delaying my run usually leads to not running at all. At the very least, if I've got to wait until later, running after work before I head home works reasonably well. The limiting factor with my Noon runs has been my clinic schedule; if I have a busy morning or a Noon meeting, the run can't happen at that time. But, if I make sure I get my work done, I can head out for a run that provides, among other things, stress management.
On Tuesday, I headed out the door for my run, planning to circle the lagoon before heading out to the Log Center. As I headed down the path, there was a goose in the middle of path just standing there. I planned to run by and didn't give it another thought... until it started running towards me. Now, this was a bit unusual, as most birds run or fly away when you head towards them. Not this one. It dipped its head, hissed and ran at me with its beak open as if it was going to bite me. Sheesh! I've had dogs chase me while running, and, in most cases, if you don't back down and run at the dog, it will turn tail and run away. This goose was not going to back down. I don't know what was funnier: seeing a goose that reminded me of the AFLAC duck on steroids charging me, or the idea that a goose could scare me back into the building. I eventually headed back out, careful to avoid the goose by taking the stairs up to the main path.
On a more serious note, I was shocked and mesmerized by the events and coverage of the Boston Marathon on Monday. Watching the coverage, I had flashbacks of my previous Boston races, finishing down Boylston Street. The images were particularly disturbing to me, as I could recall the explosion locations exactly in my mind. And I kept watching, hoping that, similar to watching the twin towers fall and the Lady Diana car crash, it was a nightmare and wasn't real. Even though the rational part of my mind knew that this was real, somehow, the innocent part of my brain didn't want to believe that something like this could happen. My heart and thoughts go out to all of those who were affected by the events of Monday.
I have tried to get back into my routine of running at Noon. I have found that doing this ensures that I get at least one workout in during the day. Too often, if I delay my run until later, "something" will come up. It may be a meeting that I didn't remember, or it may be an errand that I need to do, but delaying my run usually leads to not running at all. At the very least, if I've got to wait until later, running after work before I head home works reasonably well. The limiting factor with my Noon runs has been my clinic schedule; if I have a busy morning or a Noon meeting, the run can't happen at that time. But, if I make sure I get my work done, I can head out for a run that provides, among other things, stress management.
On Tuesday, I headed out the door for my run, planning to circle the lagoon before heading out to the Log Center. As I headed down the path, there was a goose in the middle of path just standing there. I planned to run by and didn't give it another thought... until it started running towards me. Now, this was a bit unusual, as most birds run or fly away when you head towards them. Not this one. It dipped its head, hissed and ran at me with its beak open as if it was going to bite me. Sheesh! I've had dogs chase me while running, and, in most cases, if you don't back down and run at the dog, it will turn tail and run away. This goose was not going to back down. I don't know what was funnier: seeing a goose that reminded me of the AFLAC duck on steroids charging me, or the idea that a goose could scare me back into the building. I eventually headed back out, careful to avoid the goose by taking the stairs up to the main path.
On a more serious note, I was shocked and mesmerized by the events and coverage of the Boston Marathon on Monday. Watching the coverage, I had flashbacks of my previous Boston races, finishing down Boylston Street. The images were particularly disturbing to me, as I could recall the explosion locations exactly in my mind. And I kept watching, hoping that, similar to watching the twin towers fall and the Lady Diana car crash, it was a nightmare and wasn't real. Even though the rational part of my mind knew that this was real, somehow, the innocent part of my brain didn't want to believe that something like this could happen. My heart and thoughts go out to all of those who were affected by the events of Monday.
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