I'm standing in the crowd behind the start line. It's a sunny but coldish April moring and we're all jumpy with anticipation. There're a few folks stretching to the side and looking all semi-pro. Part of me is thinking "C'mon it's just a 5K - no need to show off..." and the other part is thinking "Hmmm we're going to be starting out alot faster than I'm used to going - maybe I should stretch." But I don't. Because. Just because it looks a bit silly?
And we're off and I'm feeling ecstatic and am determined to keep my race buddy in sight, not let her get too far ahead. I'm doing great, faster than I thought as my app let's me know at mile one. The spectators cheer me on. I've already lost sight of my race buddy.
At about mile two I feel it. An unfamiliar twitch in my hip. Right foot strikes, pain. Naturally I ignore it. It's just a mile to the finish and I'm not slowing down. There are photographers there after all...The pain gets worse with every strike as I sprint "victoriously" to the finish. I stop. I'm limping. It hurts. Alot. Damn.
My racing friend comes over, is gracious about her spectacular finishing time, and suggests I see the sports chiropractor on site. I sign in, line up and wait my turn. At least I'm not alone. Finally, after the longest 10 minutes, I'm on the bed and the doctor says I've strained my glute medius. "Did you warm up?" Ummm no. Duh. Some poking and stretching and more poking and stretching and I'm hobbling to the car and on my way home. It's not excrutiating now, just uncomfortable enough to be really annoying. And I'm training for a bigger race which is in two weeks and now I've got to pause, which isn't good, because I need to train more, I need to workout or else. Or else. You know. It's not pretty.
Anyway it's been two days of rest so far. Foam rolling, ball rolling, icing, heat, streching. I'm still having difficulty walking especially down stairs and I had to coach my class yesterday (so I killed them!). Have been told to wait until the weekend to try running again (is it going to be back to square one?). Grrrr. If only I had warmed up. Just a little. Next time I won't be such an idiot...I'll let you know how that goes.