Hungry Running Recap: Everyday is a Vacation, And I’m Taking a Long One
I’ll start with the bad news first. And don’t worry, when I say “I’m taking a long vacation,” I don’t mean from blogging. I mean from running. Not because I want to, but because I have to.
Unfortunately I’ve sustained myself another nice little injury. Last year it was my left hamstring. Now it’s my right hip flexor. It could be a labral tear (let’s pray not!), or it could just be a groin strain. Either way, I need to rest. Probably for at least three weeks. (Kill me now!)
The pain in my right hip started just after I ran the Fitness Magazine Half-Marathon. Three days after the race I went out for an 11-mile run and unfortunately that was just too much, too soon. After that I rested for about a week until I felt OK again. But even though I felt OK on my first run back, there were still some small twinges of pain, a sign that I wasn’t fully recovered. Stubbornly (just like last time), I chose to ignore that, simply because I love to run, and now, as a result, I can’t. Oh the irony.
Last time when I was injured, I went crazy. My body telling me that I’m not allowed to run, is like telling Leslie Knope that she can’t eat waffles and whipped cream for every meal. But this time around I’m going to try and look at my injury from a different, less annoyed perspective. Am I still going to go crazy? Probably, but I’m going to do it in a positive way.
I’m going to look at this like a vacation. A nice, relaxing, fun, three-week (maybe even longer) vacation. My body is saying, “Hey, you’re running too much! Give me a break!” So I’m going to succumb to its requests and book a flight to The Rest Resort.