Friday, March 30, 2012

Welcome to my Pity Party

Wondering why you haven't seen a post or a picture of my face since Tuesday??!  Well, it's because I haven't run since then.  Although I'm still in full-blown pity party mode, I thought I would at least Sparknote the past few days worth of woes for you.

After Tuesday's semi-disasterous run, I was really disappointed when I woke up on Wednesday still feeling like poop.  I begrudingly decided to give myself another rest day.  I was okay(ish) with my decision because I figured that my physical therapy appointment on Thursday would be some kind of magic wand to make me all better.

Think again, Mollz.  To make a long two hour experience short, all you need to know is that I got the crap beat out of me by (very handsome) mister physical therapist.  There were tears.  There were f-bombs.  And a new-found understanding of the phrase "no pain no gain."

The good news:  I can still run.  Even though I told him I wouldn't listen to him if he told me not to, it's encouraging to hear that I won't cripple myself by continuing to run.

The not so good news:  I need to cut my running days down from 5 days per week to 3 (I told him I'll compromise on 4...all I got in return was a pair of raised eyebrows.  Apparantly you can't really negotiate with a physical therapist).

The annoying game plan to remedy my 75 year old hip:  Enjoy the heck out of my three (four?!) running days per week and suck it up and cross train the other two days.  Spend some quality time on the floor doing stretches and exercises that make me want to cry.  Rendezvous with mister therapist again next week so he can beat up my leg muscles some more.  Sheesh.  Good things he's cute.

I know that all of this will help me and eventually my rickety hip will be strong and good as new.  In the mean time, I'm continuing my pity party.  Because ya know what?  It's not fair.  Life's not fair, blah blah blah.... but for the first time in my life, I actually WANT to run.  A lot.  Whenever I want.  Without dealing with stupid injuries.  And I can't right now.

In case you haven't noticed, I don't really handle it too well when things don't go my way.  I promise the pity party will dwindle down soon.  And by soon I mean Sunday.  I've got a 15k race that I'm super excited to run (yes I was given permission to run it).  Till then, I'll be doing my physical therapy homework with (fake) excitement.


  1. Sorry you're injured but I know you will heal quickly. In the meantime, go back and read your first blog...try not to forget the reasons you began this incredible journey. It may remind you to stay positive - that will help you heal quicker!

    I am so proud of you Molly!! Keep the faith and enjoy the journey - even the challenging parts.


  2. Next time I request a photo of cute physical therapist, say its for blog purposes. I didn't realize it was as bad as it is. :( See you Sunday though!! - Stephanie

  3. Can I have some cheese with that whine? Injuries are a part of running and you have to deal with them the same way that you deal with running, with smart choices and determination. If you follow the program, you will see results. Just do it (again add Nike swoosh)! And by the way, you are welcome for the referral. You know that good physical therapists are hard to find. I look forward to seeing you and running with you on Sunday. Remember it is only temporary and this too shall pass. Karen