The cranky hip that I experienced after last week's long run, that I thought was feeling well enough to run on this week, turned out to be far crankier than I initially thought.
I was at the track bright and early on Tuesday for my workout, and I completed the whole thing, and it actually went really well. The plan was 2 sets of 6 x 400, with the goal of running the 400s in 1:32. I ran most of them right around 1:33, and the last two in 1:30. After all the long repeats I've been doing lately - 800s and 1200s and 1600s - it actually felt kind of nice to run 400s for a change.
Not truly nice - I was still gasping for air and ready to collapse by the last few times I was rounding the track - but nice in the sense that at least it was a different kind of challenge.
My leg and hip felt ok for most of the workout, but I was feeling some tightness and discomfort toward the end, and during my cooldown. And later that day and evening, it was downright painful. Walking was uncomfortable, and getting up from a seated position was awful. I was in trouble.
The pain decreased dramatically on Wednesday, and again on Thursday, and by Friday it was barely even noticeable. But based on how bad it felt Tuesday, I had made the decision that I wasn't going to run until after I got in to see my physical therapist (my appointment is for Monday), and I kept reminding myself that even though it was feeling better, that didn't mean I should go out and run.
Which meant that I'd be skipping both a tempo run and a 20-mile long run. Missing the tempo didn't bother me too much, but skipping a 20-mile training run is very, very difficult. Completing those 20-milers are so important, both mentally and physically. It makes me a little bit crazy to not get it done.
But as good as my hip feels right now, I know full well that if I had gone out and run 20 miles, I'd be right back where I was Tuesday night, and it would only serve to re-aggravate whatever it is that's wrong, and re-start the clock on getting it healed and healthy. I've been down that road before, and I know where it ends, and I don't have any interest in going there.
Luckily I had a great distraction this weekend, in the form of some work - but some truly fun work. Two friends and I headed up to the Cape to represent Another Mother Runner at the Zooma Cape Cod half marathon in Falmouth. We were at the expo Friday afternoon and evening, and at the post-race party/marketplace on Saturday morning, and we had SO much fun!
It was such a great way to be a part of the race experience, and to meet so many runners, and to talk to them about their goals and their race and to see all the smiles and looks of accomplishment and pride on everyone's faces. My absolute favorite moment from the whole weekend, though, was when we saw one woman reading the results and crying tears of joy when she realized that she had won first place in her age group, and then seeing her friends all cheering and celebrating with her. So awesome.
We also lucked out with absolutely gorgeous weather for the entire weekend, which was especially nice yesterday, since our table was set up outside, just steps away from the beach. It actually got a little warm as we were standing right in the sun, but it was still great to be outdoors. And when we were done at the race, we grabbed sandwiches and had our lunch on the beach.
Both my friends had to get back home Saturday, so I enjoyed a lovely night of solitude on Sunday - did some window shopping in Falmouth, drove up to Woods Hole and walked around a bit, then drove back to Falmouth, covering most of the Falmouth Road Race route (a great course, and now that I've seen it, I definitely want to run it one year!), had a glass of wine on the beach while watching the sun set, and a blissfully quiet dinner out.
As nice as the quiet was, though, I found myself missing my boys a lot, and couldn't wait to get home and see them. It was a fantastic weekend, even though being at a race and surrounded by runners did make me want to go out and run even more. Thankfully I was smart enough to not even pack my running stuff. I knew if I had packed it, I'd be too tempted to sneak in a few miles, especially in such a beautiful oceanside location.
Being smart and making the right choice is not easy when it means not running. But I'm hoping that if I'm smart and rest a little bit now, I might still be able to salvage the majority of my training and make it to Philly, instead of not being smart and ending up having to take off weeks and weeks and weeks and completely sabotaging any chance of standing at that starting line in November.
8 weeks to go, PT today, and fingers crossed.