First, I want to thank you all for your feedback on the chiropractor post. You guys are very passionate about your method of fixing things, and your comments gave me a lot to consider. I did go in to see mystery Chiropractor #3.
He’s a triathlete, a swimmer, goes to the same gym as I do, and most importantly, treated and questioned me for what I went in for in the first place. Instead of treating me like a text book subject, he conducted the visit for me and my pelvis. He did make an adjustment and my glute felt great for the next 6 hours or so. The glute pinch did creep back a little later, but I did go for my long run after the adjustment, which I know I really shouldn’t have done. Also, my insurance covers all of the visits from this chiropractor, which is just peachy.
The long run was interesting. The upper part of my quadriceps were obscenely sore from cross country skiing on Thursday. That was the first time in a year that I went cross country skiing, so some muscles that haven’t been used that way in a long time got a wake up call. It literally hurt to put pants on the following morning.
After a few errands and noticing how much of a struggle it was for me to get out of the car the mister said, “Are you sure you can run today?”
“Yeah, I’m going to feel like ass by mile 6, but I can’t be a puss every time I’m sore, it’s bad enough every time I’m actually hurt”.
So off I went into the winter wonderland of Madison. The sidewalks were covered in mushy snow, it really felt like running through sand in some spots. Some people shoveled well, some people don’t own shovels? I was wearing StableIcers for the first time, which kept good traction, but I need another not-s0-sore run in them to really know if they contributed to slowing me down.
Something else I should mention about StableIcers is that if they are small on your shoe, they will bend them inward a little, and cause horrible, horrible blisters. I have one on the side of my big toe that is the size of a quarter and filled with blood. I can’t look at it in the imaginary eye, it’s really gross. It makes me queasy.
I was right about feeling like ass by mile six, I had to stop, walk, and stretch. I repeated this every mile until I got home. It felt like slow, molasses ass, but it was good for me. My legs can’t be fresh for every run, it was an exercise in toughening up. Something that occurred to me before I even left the house for this run, is that lately I’ve been coming up with fears and excuses to not run. Sometimes the fears are within reason, but sometimes I’m just being a big wimp. I need to get back to fearless running.
It was an uncomfortable, yet enjoyable run in the beautiful winter sunshine. Now, post run? Ouch, ouch, ouch I want to live in an igloo and have a maid that brings me vodka and cheesecake for the next week or so. Can some one go ahead and arrange that for me?