No, this is not one of my existential-like posts on how the lows make the highs seem better. Actually, I usually comment on those but haven’t written many. There are some coming, though. This is about actual, physical pain.
Earlier this week, my left hip started to hurt just a little on a run. It was not a lengthy run – maybe six miles. The pain was not bad and, by the next day, was totally gone. Fast forward to Thursday, yesterday, and I head out for my longest training run to date. I am running just under 13 miles in preparation for the half marathon I am running on March 14.
The first six miles go by at a good pace, just a bit over an hour. I was happy with my pace and wondering if I could keep it going. I had stopped just once along this six miles as a couple had yelled to me from their driveway. They wanted me to be sure to not worry about their dogs – they have three and these dogs are big – as they are all on electronic, invisible fencing. The female half also said the dogs wouldn’t hurt me but the biggest would probably knock me down. She may have some eye issues as I don’t think that dog is big enough to knock me over, but who knows.
I turned down the next road to get the last half of the run in and the pain in my hip started to manifest itself. I had also had some chafing issues earlier in the week but had taken care of those by purchasing some Body Glide. So it was just the hip pain that bothered me. It bothered me so much that I walked approximately two of the last four miles to try to alleviate it. No such luck.
I managed to get my miles in but came home to true pain. I had to go to the grocery still, after showering, and do some carting of #6 for drama rehearsal. How was I going to make it through the night? I didn’t take anything but did ice my hip. It didn’t seem to help much. Over the course of two hours, I had two beers before falling asleep a little after nine pm. What a wuss!
Pain was still here this morning so I broke down. A couple years ago #5 pulled a back muscle playing tennis. We purchased a variety of different patches for him to try with a Thermacare one working best as it loosened him up for matches and practices. I had a box of some of the rejects still in the bathroom. I pulled out the Tiger Balm box. I am not a big medicine person. I do take allergy medication but that is about it. I take ibuprofen so infrequently I can take just one and have the pain go away. I read the box of Tiger Balm with interest. Then, I slapped one on my hip.
I have had the patch on for about an hour and, while the pain is not gone, walking is much easier. This is truly a good thing as I have to drive to Ithaca today.