It’s incredible how quickly things can turn to shit. Last Saturday I had one of those runs that I sometimes dream about, an easy recovery run where I felt weightless and my mind drifted to thoughts of running on the beach in Hawaii in the warm summer sun. I felt hopeful that PR’s were on the horizon, and I could almost feel myself crossing the finish line in Boston with the biggest smile on my face, tears of joy streaming down my face as I reunited with my family.
Sunday morning I hopped on the treadmill for a 14 miler in between getting reading for a family get-together at my house. Twelve miles in I started to feel a tightness in my lower back, and I briefly considered stopping, but with only two miles left I pressed on anyway. As soon as I finished, I knew something felt off, but I had a lot to do to get ready for company so I stupidly ignored it. By the end of the afternoon I could barely walk. The pain had shifted from a vague area in my lower back/ left hip, to a specific area I knew all too well: my piriformis, aka the most god-awful pain in my (literal) ass. F*ck.
I’ll skip the details of the next three days where I spent every waking minute over-analyzing the progress of my supposed injury. I had determined three days was a perfectly acceptable number of days to rest, so I set out on an easy run pushing Emmaline yesterday morning fully expecting everything to be fine. From the first step I knew it was not, but I kept running anyway. After two miles, I thought I’d let it warm up a little more and see if it got better. I was running a 9:30 pace, which is basically walking anyway, I thought. At four miles, I knew. This was going to be my last run for awhile. So I ran four more miles, all the while feeling the weight of my crushed running dreams and trying to hold back the tears.
I know I’m being dramatic, but anyone who has ever gone from a 100% healthy body to completely ruined overnight will sympathize. I have an appointment on Monday morning with a specialist, and I’m hoping for the best, but I’m also prepared for the possibility of shitty news.