In other news, I have a bum right knee.
For all the running I do, and for as long as I've been doing it, I can count my injuries on one hand. So this feels extra frustrating. Especially since the weather's starting to feel nice. I'm pretty sure it's an IT band flare up--super common in runners.
The IT band runs from your hip and inserts around and under your knee. See? That yellow thing? That big old bastard? That's the IT band.
It's Thursday, and I haven't run since Sunday, and I'm not even exaggerating when I tell you that I feel like every ounce of peace in my life has been sucked right from me, through my anus, with a Hoover. And I'm not even being dramatic.
This thing's been bugging me for a little over 2ish weeks, which is starting to feel like 47 years. I'm telling you, adherent Mormon or not, I'm just about to submerge my face in a bucket of vodka. Again, totally not dramatic.
I will say, I do have a new appreciation for people's aches and pains, because this shiz hurts like a sack of testicles being run over by a 10-speed bike. And you know what I'm about to say, right? That WASN'T EVEN DRAMATIC.
So the point of the post is this. If I actually had to chose, I'd pick running over chocolate cake IKNOWICAN'TEVENFREAKINGBELIEVEIJUSTSAIDTHAT. But it's true. I would. So if the ancient Greek God of Running could fly on over to the ancient Greek God of sweet treats, and let her know what I just wrote, maybe they could work together to lift this ridiculous knee curse.
Don't you feel so uplifted right now?
Oh Amy, I'm sorry you're dealing with ITBS! You know I totally feel for you. And I'm in PT right now for the same damn thing.
ReplyDeleteI can so relate. That was the worst thing last summer. I know a chiropractor, ask him about Graston Technique. You'll want to kick him in the face, but it works and he's really good. He even has an office dog who will sit at your side and lick his privates while you get your treatment... sometimes he lets you pet him, too.
ReplyDeleteyou just said everything I have been thinking and feeling. So friggin' true. I ran my 5 miles today in relative comfort (little to no knee pain) and now I'm walking around all blissful and happy and letting my kids eat cinnamon buns for supper because THAT'S HOW DAMN HAPPY I AM.
ReplyDeleteAlso, my husband has been walking around cautiously asking (with great hope in his voice) if I'm going for a run? My edginess must have been more obvious than I had thought...
Jen