Back to Running!!

35 weeks

After going full circle and finally accepting the fact that I wouldn’t be running until after baby #2 is born at the end of September, I have been able to run again without any pain.  Isn’t that weird how that always happens?  It’s like we have to have no expectations before we can really begin to make any progress. In my last pregnancy update, I said I was turning my attention to biking.  After going to the gym a few days in a row and having some awesome bike workouts, the pain in my back started to lessen more and more.  I don’t know if it was from biking, stretching more (I was stretching before AND after biking), or just the extra few days of recovery, but after an hour long bike ride at the gym on Thursday, I felt ZERO pain.  With absolutely no expectations, I decided to hop on the treadmill and see how I felt. My plan was simple – run at a nice, easy pace and stop at the smallest feeling of pain.   I ran 1 pain-free mile in 9 min.  I really wanted to keep running, but kept telling myself to have patience.  I had Continue Reading →

I’m Scared to Run

I’ve been virtually pain-free for almost a whole week.  I say virtually because there are still moments when I overextend myself and feel a small twinge of pain in my lower back/buttocks area due to Posterior Pelvic Pain. The last 4+ weeks have been a roller coaster of emotions for me: – During the first week, I just wanted to wake up and not be in pain.  I didn’t think it would be a long-term injury so I figured a few days off from running was probably not the worst thing for my body. – By the second week, I was frustrated that the pain was still there – and still SO strong.  I no longer thought about running – I just wanted the pain to go away so I could walk normally and take care of my son. – The third week came and I started to see/feel major improvement.  I was limping less and able to do most things again!  My spirits were higher than they had been in a while because I was hopeful that running was just around the corner. – The fourth week was a letdown.  Although I felt better, there were still periods of pain Continue Reading →

Posterior Pelvic Pain

It’s 630am.  My husband and son are enjoying this beautiful scenery and weather as I sit alone in our hotel room.  It’s not where I want to be.  But, unfortunately, I am in a good amount of pain and am  having trouble walking. Let me backtrack a moment.  I began feeling some discomfort in my lower back / right buttock area Monday afternoon.  I tried to keep off my feet as much as I could for the rest of the day.  I attributed it to a busy morning with my son which required me to hold him much more than I have been (with clothes and shoes he is about 30 pounds). I woke up Tuesday and felt good so decided to go for a run.  The pain re-emerged within minutes of beginning the run but I was hard-headed and convinced myself that it was probably normal pregnancy aches and pains and so I kept running.  Sometime around 10 minutes in, the pain had dulled and I ended up running a slow 7.5 miles.  I felt *okay* the whole run – not great but not terrible either.  The instant I stopped running, the pain returned – but was a HUNDRED Continue Reading →

Embrace the Pain

One of my favorite parts of a hard run is the moment the pain arrives.  Not pain from an injury.  But pain from pushing myself. Maybe it’s my lungs burning during a speed workout. Or my legs when they start to feel the burn from hill repeats.  It may just be plain exhaustion when I’m 20 miles into a long run.  Or the soreness my legs feel the day after a hard run.  Regardless of the type, I have come to expect and welcome the pain.  And I’ve taught myself how to keep pushing.  The first time I heard/saw this quote was in 2001.  I was a sophomore at West Point and had just working out in the gym (I was no longer playing on the basketball team).  After my daily cardio workouts, I would head to the mats to do some ab-work.  These words were nailed to the wall I looked up at as I was doing my situps.  I saw them every day and learned how to embrace the pain (so much so that I once yelled this phrase at my 11-year old sister when I took her to the gym – whoops!). read more