So, I’m just going to come out and say it. I’m frustrated. Really, really frustrated. I had high hopes of writing this post with visions of rainbows and butterflies (because those are positive things, although I think ice cream and baseball games is more appropriate). I’ve been slowly increasing my run/walk time, and so far so good. Add a minute here, a minute there. Run for two minutes instead of just one.
Sounds good, right?
Until today, when I was going for the magic TWENTY MINUTE MARK (not sure why it’s magic, it just sounds good). I hit about 18:30 and felt sharp pains in my back. Not the gahhh I can’t move! pain that I had before, but enough to know that I should stop.
Basically, I still want to throw all my running shoes either out my window or into the East River. (The only place I can run now since Central Park is a mile away and that’s toooooo far!) However, someone already beat me to throwing shoes out the window, so I kept mine inside.
These shoes have actually been outside my (fifth floor…) apartment ever since I moved here. I think it’s kind of funny.
But what’s not funny is that I had high hopes for my back. Unfortunately, having high hopes doesn’t really get you anywhere. I (finally…) have a follow up appointment with an orthopedic surgeon on Friday, so maybe I’ll have a better idea?? People keep telling me to get an MRI, but to be honest…I don’t know if that will be the best idea. This is certainly not my area of expertise (I’m not sure anything is, outside of coffee drinking), but the research I’ve done shows that MRIs of the back are generally not helpful. A perfectly pain-free back can show signs that things are wrong, and many problems might not even show up. I’m convinced that my problem is muscular, and only really severe tears will show up on an MRI. (If anyone knows better than me, please feel free to correct me. Again, not a doctor!)
But as I just said, I’m not a doctor. So I’ll listen to them and see if they have anything to add to the fun. Although no one really seems to have anything to say other than, “Hm, that’s a really weird spot to have pain…” and “You’re too young to have pain like this.”
Tell me about it.
So with all that being said, I have enjoyed trying to get back into running. Or, at least, enjoyed it as much as someone who feels like they’re incredibly out of shape can enjoy something. Or someone who constantly thinks, “Is that back pain? Should I stop? No, keep going…wait! Stop!” It’s not a fun way to run and I certainly miss my careful ten milers.
I’m still hoping that I’ll be able to squeeze out at least a half marathon in SF, but at this point a 5k would be a miracle.
Someone tell me stories of how they overcome injury and could run again because sometimes I feel like I’m resigned to run/walking for sixteen minutes at a time for the rest of my life. Dramatic, much?