Hi, I'm your stereotypical novice runner who has perhaps overtrained herself right out of a marathon!
I went to the D.O.C. yesterday and he used all kinds of fancy medical terms to tell me that I have Runner's Knee. A misaligned knee cap that is rubbing on my femur. Loverly. He gave me a prescription for Naprosyn and some exercises to strengthen the insidus of my thighus muscles. I asked about training and he said that it would be something to pretty much just "run through." As I am usually in pain for upwards of 75% of my runs as it is, this should be nothing new.
I haven't run since Saturday, but Tuesday I did the elliptical thing and then yesterday (pre-doctor's visit) I swam about 500 yards and did some water running (or what I like to call, "treading water"). I ran today on the treadmill. FOR ONE WHOLE MINUTE. Yes, you read that correctly, one whole minute. Sixty seconds. I warmed up with about a half-mile walk and then I picked up the pace. As I mentioned, I can run with some pain. I could not run with this. I slowed down again and walked for a bit, then tried to run again, this time lasting for about 20 seconds. Then I tried not to cry in the middle of the cardio room. I held it in, but had anyone walked past the big glass window and glanced at me, they might have thought I was watching one of those heart-wrenching stories on "Outside the Lines" on the TVs that always have ESPN on (This past week there was a story on there about some former Big Ten field judge who only had one eye - COME ON.) and getting all choked up.
I came home and here I am. I am going to do my best to REALLY rest for a few days. If that doesn't work, I really don't know what I will do. I know it isn't the end of the world if I don't do this. But several people have already forked out money for hotels and non-refundable plane tickets (my husband and I included) to be there for the marathon. And I had really REALLY begun to convince myself that I could do it. I knew it would be hard, but deep down I knew that I would be able to make it. Now I'm not quite so sure.
It seems like several of my recent posts have been about this injury or that. I know it's kind of a bummer to read about - believe me, I would much rather be bitching about blisters that I got during a five mile, middle-of-the-week tempo run or speaking of the joys of being able to consume a jar of Nutella in one day and not feel guilty for it.