When I get injured I feel like my identity is getting ripped out of my soul. Let me back up. Here is what my last week looked like:
Monday: AM- 5 mile run
Tuesday: AM – spin / PM: swim
Wednesday: AM – 2 mile run & lift (legs)
Thursday: AM – 5 mile run & home… shower… work… and OH SHIT!
Friday: AM – cry / PM – cry
Saturday: AM – swim / PM – cry
Sunday: Am – cry / PM – cry (but a first class upgrade, free beers, and retail therapy have helped)
Thursday morning’s run came and went pretty uneventfully. I came home, went about my normal business (shower, smoothie, work) and all of a sudden I was like “damn. my hip/groin/lower back hurts.”
I thought upon waking on Friday that the pain would be magically gone (I did take some ibuprofen after all), but that was wishful thinking. I continued on the ibuprofen routine, did some stretching and took it easy. Friday around 8 pm I had to pull the plug on my 8 mile Saturday morning run with Jena. I hated sending that text.
Saturday, itching for a sweat, I opted for a swim workout. I did a lot of pulling and took it easy for 3,000 yards. The pain was definitely present but dull. Dave and I went to St. Pete and Gulfport later that afternoon so there was lots of walking involved. The pain was there, but I tried to be a trooper. I noticed the pain the most while sitting though – getting in and out of the car, etc.
Saturday night I wanted to break down and cry. I’m doing the math – 7 days until my half marathon – this pain must go away. I’m not going to lie, I might have shed a tear – ONE – in bed that night.
Sunday I woke up and my first thoughts were, “is it gone yet?” One slight move of my leg, and I was instantly in a bad mood. I walked the dog (my favorite part of the day) and got ready for my business trip.
Off I flew to DC. A first class upgrade and a few beers had me feeling a little bit better. Then some retail therapy at Lululemon felt pretty good. I guess everyone has hobbies. Some like to run marathons for their highs, others like to swipe their credit cards. I’m normally the former. I hope not to become the later, but it sure felt good today.
I’ve been reading about Lululemon’s exercise clothes for some time. I’ve never seen a store in Florida, but while searching for a Whole Foods on google maps near my hotel here in DC, low and behold Lululemon shows up right next to it. I was planning on being lazy for the afternoon, but the chance to blow lots of money on hotty-totty, overpriced workout clothes got my ass moving.
Here is what I got:
Run: Dash CropThese ran true to size, and I liked the dash crop better than the inspire because the waist band is higher. I’m not into low rise workout clothes. thank.you.very.much.
Run: Energy SS
This isn’t actually the shirt I bought, but it is the same style/fit. The shirt I got is grey and says, “Push Yourself. Run. Do one thing a day that scares you.”
I think it was the cheapest item in the store. For $39 I felt like I was getting the deal of the year. I sized up on this since I like shirts to fit a little loose; however, you won’t go wrong if you order your real size. I noticed that their shirts are all long and fitted.
I’m now back in my hotel watching Cake Boss (they don’t have HGTV!) and eating a sandwich from Whole Foods (seriously, the most crowded WF I might have ever been in.) I have a meeting with a client tonight at 9 pm.
In other news, I signed up for Twitter. I don’t have a clue how it works, but I’m going to try to get with the times. I even caught myself at Whole Foods thinking, “if I knew how to use twitter I would say, ‘This DC Whole Foods is insanely crowded.’ ” Would that be annoying? Would y’all really care? What the hell is Twitter really for anyways? I’m CarolynBeWell. If you know how to use Twitter, follow me. I promise not to be annoying and clutter your page with my ramblings… mainly because I don’t know how to use the damn thing.
I’m also taking arnica – both orally and topically and hoping tomorrow will bring good news in the random pain department. I really don’t want to be sitting on the bench this Sunday.