Ignorant, spastic optimism fell victim to reality today. I knew that it was going to require a very smooth several weeks without injury issues, that I already knew were going to be a problem, when I declared this past weekend that I was planning to do the Mistletoe Half-Marathon in Winston Salem this on 12/2. The bright idea to take aim at December being the time for my first half came just hours after a 5.5 mile run with my wife on Sunday. It was a run that rode the last fumes of the Decadron steroid patch that had been placed on the inside of my left knee just a couple of weeks earlier to ease a pesky case of pes anserinus bursitis. The temperatures were low, the aches in my leg still manageable, and my spirits were high.
Today, however, after dealing with three days of leg discomfort, I had an appointment with my family physician who, after feeling the lump of scar tissue on my hamstring behind my knee, seconded what I’d been told before about, apparently, having tweaked my hamstring in my left leg at one time. I then had an afternoon appointment with the physical therapist who gave me the following recommendations:
- Give running a break for a week or two and, subsequently, give up on the 12/2 half marathon (“There will be more races,” she said.)
- Spend my time focusing on strengthening my core, knee stability, balance and hamstrings more than I have so far: instead of 2-3 core workouts a week, aim for 6-7.
- Routinely stretch my left leg more
- Either try some neutral running shoes (instead of the stability shoes recommended to me a year and a half ago by the “pros” at the running store or try some custom orthotics (seeing as how they are $250, I’m going to try the neutral running shoes first)
So, there you have it. My approach for the next couple of weeks will be built on a foundation of core training, stretching, and limited running. It is definitely a blow to my enthusiasm. I’m addicted to running. I’m not addicted to core workouts on a towel on the dining room floor and strength training in a stuffy spare bedroom. But, it is what it is.
Grrr.