About a month ago I had a goofy little incident–I had been driving for about 2 hours, got out of the car, and when I put a foot down on the ground, had shooting pain in my back. Like, I couldn’t take a full breath kind of pain.
The next day I laid on a heating pad for about 15 out of 16 waking hours.
Fast forward through DR, MRI, PT–it may have just been tight muscles, a pulled muscle, etc. A hip was out of line but now I have a little corrective exercise I do everyday. (It’s not yet time for the titanium hip replacement!)
I got frustrated with limited motion and mobility. I’m used to moving how I want to, when I want to. A few years ago I broke my heel–that was a humbling 4 months. In case you didn’t know, the treatment for a broken heel is just take it easy and wait.
The last time I ran had been about a month ago – a lackluster run one early morning in DC. During the past few weeks my yoga mat, light weights, and walking buddies have been my best exercise friends.
On Sunday I ran. A short 3.5 miles at an average pace of 8:05/mile–but who’s keeping track?
It felt great to have the wind in my hair, my feet pounding the path, and the sun shining on my face. Even though I only run a couple of times a week, I’d missed it. Knock on wood, I’m back on track and even more thankful for mobility and the ability to lace up my shoes and hit the path.
Any sidelined stories to share?