Remember that 200 mile goal for February? I’ll be lucky if I end up making 100. But, it is what it is.
I got on the treadmill yesterday, expecting to knock out a very slow 10 miles. I had my kindle, I planned to add some walking, my calf felt normal…
2.5 miles in, my calf seized up again and started hurting. I walked for a minute and then tried again. My calf pretty much said “What part of STOP.RIGHT.NOW do you not understand?” After limping around the house, whining and using The Stick, I decided it was time to call a chiro. I didn’t love the one I went to last year, so I decided to throw my issue out to Facebook…
What did we do in the days before Facebook? I mean, the list on my insurance website was huge!
I had my appointment today and my issue is indeed a calf strain. (Let’s not talk about the tight quads and hip flexors that may or may not have influenced said strain. Ahem.) He did some ART to the calf and some stretches to my hip flexors and reminded me repeatedly not to run today. (What? You’d think he knew me!) I walked out of there with almost no pain, although I’ve been warned things may be sore later today. I’ve been given permission to run 2.5 miles + a 5% increase (yes, that is a whopping 2.6 miles) tomorrow IF things are not too sore and the calf doesn’t hurt when I run. I go back on Thursday for another ART treatment and then twice next week and we’ll see where we are at that point.
Am I thrilled? No, but I can’t go back and undo my bad run. So, I have to accept where I am and hope that I can get back to running without pain before the races.
I’ve always said my only goal was to finish all five races upright and smiling.
Now I really mean it.