Sunday was the day I threw myself a huge pity party complete with binge eating junk food while sitting on the couch and binge watching Murder, She Wrote while the dog my parents are watching sat on my lap and we fought over the cheese doodles. As I settled into my malaise and decided never again would I run, instead I would just become one with my couch, my mom asked if I had to run any errands before they dropped me off at the train station to head back to DC.
Run. Ha. Kick a girl when she’s down, mom. While my initial reaction had been “I’ll never run again, what’s the point, let me lay here and grow in size in peace.”
As I watched J.B. Fletcher jog across the screen, though, I realized that if for no other reason I couldn’t give up running just yet. I mean, I’d already paid for the Dopey Challenge. So instead of asking her to bring me some more ice cream I said, “Will you give me a ride to the running store?” It’s never hard to convince my mom to go there because they have a drive through Starbucks in the same mall.
It’s been 2 years since I got my gait tested so they redid the whole evaluation and when he got to the part about injury history, I choked out “IT band.” He nodded solemnly and I could see the other runners in the room quietly crossing themselves and saying prayers that the affliction never come their way. Turns out the guy sitting in front of the treadmill I was running on was a high school track coach. “If you don’t mind, the coach in me wants to make a few suggestions,” he said. “I heard you say you have IT band problems, right?” I nodded as gravely as possible and accepted his offer of advice. I mean, so far my genius ideas hadn’t been working. He said, “I’m seeing a lot of hip movement when you run. [He mimics my hip movement] That would be great if we were hula hooping, but we’re not doing that and that movement can put a lot of stress on the IT band and causes that friction.” So he gets down on the floor and starts modeling some hip stabilizing exercises and says I should try doing those once a day. If nothing else, there’s something about runners that makes them really unafraid to embarrass themselves publicly.
I thanked him and started trying on shoes. The girl brought them out and said, “Do you like how these look?” I stared at her for a minute and said, “Five minutes into a run I really don’t give a shit what they look like, you know I mean?” She laughed and said that the girl before me had refused some shoes because she thought they were ugly looking. We both laughed at this foolish girl and I finally found a pair that felt really good. I took them on the treadmill to see how they felt and judged them adequate.
These are them! Everyone, say hello to my new pair of Brooks Ravennas.
On top of new shoes, I’m going to add in the hip crap and take the next week completely off from running. 100%. My knee is still bothering me after Saturday (okay, so my mother was right, there was no way I could do a half marathon on Sunday) so it’s now pretty much living in an ice pack. It’ll be fine. I’ve got about a month until marathon training starts and I would like to start it as pain free as possible, so here’s to a month of rest and runs without a watch.
Survey: So what do you do when you have to pull yourself out of a rut?