In my case, a slow, limping, overweight wind.
It’s been a week since I ran last. I was starting to feel like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.
The pain in my hip and thigh has been lessening, however, and I’ve been on a regimen of various stretches that I’ve found designed for your legs and hips and also for IT Band issues. They seem to have helped a little.
But just as importantly, I rested for a week. No running since last Thursday, although I still did my daily walking at work which adds up to about four miles, albeit much more slowly and with a limp. And I still took the stairs at work.
I also did other leg exercises, as I mentioned in “Hostage Crisis Day 5.”
And yesterday, I rested. I mean, really rested. I didn’t do any exercises. Well, except for walking and stairs and stretching. But no weight training or other type exercises. That’s resting, right?
So today, I’d say the pain was somewhat reduced and I was walking without the limp. So at lunch, I walked much faster. Enough to raise my heart rate and break into a mild sweat. Without pain. So I took that as a good sign.
I was going to run.
Before the run, I warmed up doing some rows on my Weider Crossbow. I don’t usually warm up before a run. (On the other hand, I do do cool downs.) I would imagine not warming up is just asking for an injury, right?
Then I got on the treadmill and set it for 5k at a pace of about 5.2 mph. Slow, but not too slow.
And yes. There was pain. I think I was limping as I was running. Is that a bad thing? I’m sure it is. It probably throws everything out of balance.
But I made it. I ran the full 5k. And when I finished, the pain was diminished from what I had experienced when I had started the run. How much of that was endorphin-related, I don’t know.
So I immediately did a bunch of stretches, which is something I don’t usually do either. After a run, I just sort of plop into a chair all slouching and tired.
But this time, I did the stretches. Have I mentioned I hate stretching? I know I have. It hurts. Like Hell. It burns. It makes me grit my teeth and I breath in gasps of pain.
And that’s just getting down on the floor; the stretches themselves cause me to emit screams that make the neighbors think someone is being tortured.
It’s all over now though. My body, my legs, feel good. I needed that run. And I needed to stretch.
Tomorrow, I’ll see how everything feels, then decide on Saturday if I’ll rest or attempt another run.
I hope I can run.
I wonder if I should ice?