I seem to have injured my hip–apparently, running is turning me into an 80-year-old. And, my little sister turned 22 today, which means that I’ll be 28 soon, which is that much closer to 30.
But 30 is the new 20, right?
Apparently, Tuesday’s amazing run was a bit too amazing. I must have pushed too hard or something, because 1.5 miles into Wednesday’s scheduled 3 miles, the pain in my hip area was too strong to keep going. Have you ever had a run that just feels off? The rhythm felt weird, I was listening to music instead of NPR, and then the pain. All wrong. So I walked back to the car, took yesterday off, and am debating about trying to squeeze in a few miles tonight if things feel right.
This will be the third low-mileage week in a row, but I suppose it’s better to take it easy for a few days than get an injury that will last for a few months.
BUT– it’s Friday, I have one week left of work, I fly to Arizona tomorrow, and Vegas/Colombia are less than 1.5 weeks away! And I’m SO excited for my Sunday morning 8-miler! Here’s hoping the geriatric hip holds up. 🙂