You always hear about "runner's high", but not much about "runners low:" that nagging feeling you get Saturday mornings at 5:30, that won't let you sleep in; that there is something else you should be doing.
It has been 3 weeks since my last run.
I've always had a little pain in my right leg. It was mild, then moderate, then a couple weeks ago, I went for a run, and got about 200 m before throwing in the towel and limping home.
I went to the doctor last week. She told me to stop running. Probably for good. I spent the day mourning my immortality, and trying to face the fact that I may be a swimmer-only for the rest of my exercise existence. From the moment I started running, I knew I wouldn't last forever. When I was diagnosed with ankylosing spondylitis, I asked the doctor what I should do for exercise to which she replied "well, you won't be running any marathons." I guess I took it as a bit of a challenge. . . The way I see it - I'm going to be a hunched over old lady anyway, I might as well get that way because I actually did something. So, I started running. Surprisingly, I think it actually helped in my case - my increased circulation and muscle tone prevented me from "freezing." And ok, I got a good deal of pain relief from endorphins (yes, I'm self-medicating.) So, I have a hard time taking "No" for an answer. Call me crazy, but I'm not ready to quit yet.
I went to a physiotherapist (that's a "physical therapist," Americans.) After putting me in the iron maiden, and other methods of torture, he said "no, that's not arthritis - you've probably got a tear on the tendon that attaches your hamstring to your hip process." Yep. I blew a hammie. This is actually good news - it's fixable. Right now, my choices are 1) surgery, or 2) do lots of physio and then perhaps run slow the rest of my life. Right now, I just want to be able to walk without limping.
I think I can handle slow. Maybe.