With my third attempt at training for a half marathon scuttled by yet a third injury, I’m convinced someone, somewhere, is trying to tell me something. The sad part is, like the last layoff, this injury had nothing to do with running. Let’s be frank for a second, people have problems and in relative terms, this latest setback is more of a nuisance than anything else, but still, having to deal with this during my favourite time of the running season is just not fair.
I have no idea how I did this to myself and that tends to make avoiding a similar fate in the future a little more complicated, if not bothersome. All I know is one day I was fine, the next day I was not. I woke up one Saturday morning and had my sciatic nerve introduced to me in a rather abrupt and intrusive way. As the aching continued throughout the day, I had hoped that our usual Sunday run would straighten things out for me, just like it had so many times before. Since hurting my back in March, the ability to settle into a run has brought me the most physical comfort - I could hardly walk, but get me running for ten minutes and you’d question whether I ever suffered from an injury at all. According to my chiropractor (a.k.a. my miracle worker), the act of running helped my first back injury because everything loosened-up as I was hitting my stride - this injury, not so much. I woke up the next day, got dressed for the run, but eight minutes into it, I was done and I limped back home wondering what it was that was trying to invade my running time and more importantly, how long would it be visiting?
I’m told it will take another four to six weeks of recovery so that blows all chances of tackling the half marathon this Fall, but by my calculations, I will have about a month to prepare for the 10-K event in mid-October. See you in Charlottetown.
And next time, whomever you are, speak up so I can hear you.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment