My marathon training must have been going too well, I was getting the miles and and not feeling too worn out or any real pains beyond a few aches. Then yesterday happened.
I was dreading going out for a run, no real aches or pains just wasn't feeling it. I quieted the voice in my head telling myself not to be lazy and just get out there and run. It was supposed to be a 35 minute tempo run but since I wasn't feeling well I decided to just go out with the jogging stroller and see where I ended up. About 3 miles in I decided I wanted to run another mile and call it quits.
Then it happened, at around 3.5 miles I noticed a pain in my upper back just below my shoulder blades. I assumed it was just fatigue from pushing the stroller since it had been a few days. I pushed on, the pain got worse but I just kept running. Stupid decision maybe, but I figured it was minor and that it would teach me to push through the pain come race day.
I got home and took tylenol, then a few hours later some ibuprofen, all the while sitting on my heating pad. It got so bad that I couldn't move at all without excruciating pain. I knew I needed to go to the doctor and get something for the pain but I had pictures to do first.
Yes, in excruciating pain I showered, got dressed, put on makeup, bathed two kids and got them dressed. I put them and the two dogs in the car and headed for pictures knowing full well I couldn't stand up straight and wanted to just burst into tears. You see, these photos were supposed to be done in JULY and we have had to reschedule just shy of a million times so I wasn't about to cancel.
My hair wasn't done and neither was Natalie's (I did manage to run a brush through both and throw a few clips in hers) but I am hoping that we got at least something decent to use in Christmas cards this year. The poses had to be worked around my limited range of movement and I pray that my smile masks how much pain I was in.
Anyway, back on topic... my back was on fire so we headed to the local urgent care clinic. I checked in and when they told me it was an hour wait I lost it, tears streamed down my face. An hour or so later came the diagnosis of a strained lat. I got a steroid shot, muscle relaxers, and vicodin and they sent me on my way. I am hoping the pain passes quickly so I can get back to running but for now my training is derailed! The crappy thing is I can't even really cross train because it hurts to breathe or move at all.
Hope that everyone else is having a better Friday! Any exciting plans? Fill me in so I can live vicariously through you from the comfort of my recliner!