Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Rest Day x2... and Then My Body Rebelled.

So I decided to give myself an impromptu rest day on Sunday because I was hurting after Saturday's run.  My hip has been bothering me on and off and has been getting progressively more annoying the past few weeks so I decided to listen to my body and took not only Sunday but yesterday as a rest day too.

This is what the past 72 hours of my life have looked like in a nutshell:

ohh foamie, you hurt so good.
just rolling away.

I actually made an appointment with a physical therapist this week to get my stupid sensitive little leg checked out.  I'm feeling the same pains and annoyances that I did when I was forced to stop running for a month in the winter and I'm bound and determined to not let that happen again.  

Two days off in a row made for one bored Molly so I decided to meet up with some friends for drinks last night.  Yes, you read that right.  I went out.  To a bar.  And socialized.  And drank beer.  On a Monday.  Not running for a while makes me do crazy things.

proof that I own more than just running clothes

Needless to say I was SO ready to get my legs moving again today.  I mapped out a sweet new route and set out to tackle 5 miles with Emily.  Turns out my body had a completely different agenda.  My legs felt heavy from the get-go and about 7 minutes in I got an AWFUL pain/cramp/muscle spasm/body freakout in my upper hip/stomach area.  Sound confusing?  It was.  

If I had to imagine the pain of being in labor, this is what I would picture it to feel like.  Every inhale I took felt like I was being punched in the stomach-ish area.  We stopped I can't even tell you how many times.  Rather than finishing our loop, we ended up turning around about a mile and a half in.  I'm pretty sure that anyone who saw the faces I was making probably assumed that I was just reallllly out of shape or trying not to poop my pants.  It was brutal.

real brutal. 5 miles? how bout 3.3 instead

WHY.  Why are you letting me down body?  I foam roll you, I feed you peanut butter and carbs, I keep you perfectly hydrated.  I gave you TWO rest days to hang out and relax.  And in return I get a shit-tastic run.  A half-assed run at that.

I'm annoyed.  I'm discouraged.  I'm frustrated.  Yes, I understand that I need to listen to my body.  Yes, I understand that I've been putting it through a lot.  But to want to run, and to have your body throw a hissy fit and not mesh with what your brain wants to do, is SO. FRUSTRATING.

Tomorrow's a new day and hopefully my body will be on the same page as me tomorrow.  In the mean time, what better way to forget about a shitty run and your decrepit body than with the best dinner in the world:


1 comment:

  1. Molly,

    I'm in the VERY early stages of getting my body healthy but I wanted to comment-I can relate to the frustrations of wanting your body to do one thing when it has its own ideas of what it wants to do. Unfortunately, you're going to have to listen to it and it sounds like you're doing just that. Listen to your physical therapist, keep resting, rolling and feeding your body what it needs and I'm sure you'll be back to running the streets of Rochester again soon! You've come so far from what I've read and the fact that you're upset because you can't run should show you all you've accomplished so far-be very proud!

    (Yes, I'm the one who commented a couple of weeks ago that I'm from Rochester too-I'm not just some stalker lol)