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Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, it is off to PT I go!

This is me after my run.  It is the first time I
ever wore my Tough Chik shirt . . .  I
certainly did not feel tough that day!!
This weekend I ran.  Or I should say I tried to run.  I have been itching to run for a couple weeks now.  The weather around here has been perfect for running.  The road was calling my name.  Luckily I have a husband who speaks some sense into me most of the time.  But this weekend, when, before he could say anything, I was dressed in my running clothes, Garmin charged and on my wrist, he knew I was beyond any rational argument against running.  I was going for a run.

But, my husband found a way around my foolishness.  He sent me out with my three boys.  And my youngest is 4. So, you can imagine that not much running happened at first.  It took 20 minutes to complete 1 mile.  I returned home with the boys and left my 4 yr old and 6 yr old at home with my hubby. My knee felt funny even during the walk and I knew it would hurt if I ran, but I was determined to run.  My husband had bribed my 9 yr old to run 3 miles with me.  He knew my 9 yr old would keep me slower than I wanted to go. 

After a 1/2 mile of actual running with my 9 yr old, my right glute and hamstring were already letting me know that everything was NOT OK.  They felt tight and hurt more and more with every step.  After a mile, I have to admit, that from my hip, down to my knee on the right side, hurt.  It felt dysfunctional.  By the magical number of 2.5 miles, my IT band had had enough and was painful at the knee.

I came home from the "run" and I totally felt defeated.  I began to wonder if I will ever get to run again and NOT feel any pain.  It has been 4 months now since I have had a pain free run.  That leads me to only one conclusion . . .

I need to go to physical therapy.  I need, once a for all, to figure out exactly why my glute and hamstring and IT band are sooooooooo bad on my right side.  And I need it fixed. So I can run again. And enjoy it . . .

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  1. Sorry to hear about your injury. I know how hard it is for you to give anything less than 100%. I hope you have success with your PT.

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  2. Katie - I pray the P.T. can help you!! Offer it up for those sweet little orphans, girl!! Hang i there, we'll be thinking of you!!

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  3. It sucks getting older, doesn't it? Most of the time it's the elliptical for me now....but if you can actually get help and let it heal, then that would be awesome!!

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    1. Yes, Colleen, it does . . . and I am closer to 40 than you are! I think some of this is age, but some of it is also there is something wrong with my leg. Lately, I feel, "broken". Hoping PT will help. Even the elliptical has been bothering my leg.

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  4. I feel you on that! I've been having ankle pain. I don't run nearly as much as you do, but I had made it to an all-time high for me, ten miles a week. Last week I ran two and was still in pain. :(

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    1. Sophie- 10 miles a week is great!! Take it easy on your ankle. Hope it feels better soon! Come join us for the Run for the Little Flowers Run - we are meeting at Allen Pond Park at 8AM on October 20, 2012

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