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Will my arsenal work, or am I just putting off the inevitable?



Foam Roller



The stick
Yep, I use one of these too!
Spiky massage ball
Torture device, I mean, Body Wrench.







Yes, I have been using all of these things to try to work out my glute/hamstring/IT band issue.  And there are days when I think they are working and I think things are getting better. I may actually get to run again, someday soon.  And then there are days when I think, Who am I kidding?  This is not working and I am going to have to go to physical therapy to fix this.

The truth is, I do not want to go to a physical therapist.  I have been to a chiropractor and a specialized sports massage therapist and if they cannot get this problem taken care of (along with the tons of exercises and other things I do at home), how is a PT going to fix this problem?

So, I am going on, oh, I do not know how long, of NO RUNNING. We are hitting my favorite time of year to run.  And I am still on the injured reserved list. And I am frustrated.

Anyone out there have a similar issue and something actually work for them?
 
I just want to run again.


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  1. I'm sorry to hear your news, Katie! I'm getting fluid on my knees, and my doctor just told me to ease up on the running. Uuugh!! I know this is so hard. I will pray for you - it is the best time of year to run!!

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  2. Continue with your current chiro and massage therapy sessions. You might experience progress in the coming weeks or so. A lot of runner friends have similar injuries and they just have regular visits to their chiro until they've become pain free. You might also want to stop straining your muscles more by relaxing it and avoiding all those torture devices for now. Keep us posted with your hamstring issue.

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