Yeah. Go me.
Not five minutes in, I felt an odd, aching sensation in the back of my upper right thigh that only got worse as I kept going. Hoping to not aggravate whatever was causing it, I hobbled home wondering what the heck had just happened.
I’ve been oh so careful, stretching and resting in between runs so as to avoid any injury that might threaten my plan to run an 8k (in 7 weeks!) and three 10ks later this year.
Frustrated at not being able to squeeze in a quick 5k as planned, I did what any overbooked parent does – I googled my symptoms.
What popped up was quite literally labeled, “a pain in the butt.” No joke. The more technical term for it is, “upper hamstring tendinitis.”
Aside from rubbing it down with homemade chocolate chip cookies (which I intend to serve at my pity party), the recommended course of action involves switching to a non-impact aerobic activity like a stationary bike (don’t own one) or swimming (can’t, won’t, can’t), followed by weeks of icing and strengthening (using machines to which I don’t have access) only after which a “light running regime” can be resumed.
Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for a lengthy rehab. I just don’t.
What I do have is a foam roller. And a really big bottle of ibuprofen.
And, oops, no time.
Gotta run. Well, not really, but you know what I mean.