Yesterday, Sheila and I went out to the Tweetsie to do our normal 3 mile out and back, but since she'd been missing her runs, I decided to 'punish' her by making us run all three miles out and walk the three miles back, which is what I've basically been doing on my own, more or less.
Ok, twice. I've done it twice.
Other than my knee, I felt very strong, and the humidity was pleasant, which I know helped things tremendously. We finished our walk back, and other than the occasional twinge when I moved awkwardly, my knee felt ok.
But when I got home...
Holy cow, was there pain.
Every step I took was excruciating, or else my knee would just give out completely. Took me forever to get in the house, but once I got moving around, it loosened up significantly.
Until I got still for a bit. Navigating the stairs up to the loft at bedtime was super-fun. I slept on an ice pack, my system loaded with Ibuprofen. It was a bit better this morning, but I am still hobbling big-time...and using the handicap stall in the restroom so I can use the bars to help me stand.
What causes this syndrome, you might ask? It's usually (but by far not always) seen in overweight women with sedentary jobs who run hard for long distances on steep grades with weak glute muscles. Yes, I'm paraphrasing...but it describes me to a T, especially in the past week as I've ramped up my distance pretty much overnight. I've known for some time that my leg muscles were having to overcompensate for my weak butt muscles, which is why I've been saying for so long that I needed to start my strength training.
Have I taken that oh-so-important step, though? Have I implemented that part of my training regimen, knowing how critical it is to my overall toning and strength, knowing how much the weakness in my muscles affects my runs?
Hahaha. No.
And because I've been lazy with this one element, choosing instead to place all my workout eggs in the run/walk basket, I'm now finding myself one week out from my next 5k, wondering if I'm even going to be able to hobble around that track at a walk, much less aim for a PR. And it's my own damn stubborn fault.
So...now, I deal. With no money in the budget at the moment for a foam roller or stick to work this out, I'm going to have to go the makeshift route, do major stretches, grit my teeth and start my bloody strength training which targets the very areas that need strengthening. I'm going to have to baby my way through the last three training runs I have left (which may not even wind up being runs at all). I'm going to have to REST on rest days.
And I'm going to have to pray for a freaking miracle.
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