The best thing about moving to California so far has been the discovery of the most amazing running path half a mile from my apartment. I can drop into the Los Gatos Creek Trail near its 7 mile point (it’s 10 miles end to end) and then connect to a couple of others, creating a long out-and-back route that I can’t wait to tackle!
Yesterday I went for my very first run on the Los Gatos Creek Trail. It wasn’t exactly pretty (I’m talking about the way my body felt—darn butt acted up thirty minutes in; the appearance of the path itself was quite lovely), but there is so much potential here I practically cart wheeled back to my place. I’m really looking forward to getting stronger, building up the miles, and gaining speed on this trail!
California, you and I are going to be great friends!
Have you discovered any new paths lately? What’s your favorite running route?
The fix: Cancelling my marathon plans and diving head first into rehab. (Cue: Amy Whinehouse, “They tried to make me go to rehab.”)
I mentioned last week that my marathon training wasn’t going well. I’d been plagued with pain, and I was debating whether to push through and run the marathon anyway. To help me make the best possible choice for my body and future running, I made an appointment with physical therapist extraordinaire Michael Conlon at Finish Line PT. I picked him for three reasons: 1. He and Michael K. Farrell are buddies. 2. He takes my insurance. 3. He has the most adorable golden retriever, Miles, who sometimes hangs out in the office. (I’m a sucker for a cute pup!)
After a thorough evaluation that involved me standing on one leg and leaning awkwardly in several precarious directions, doing moves reminiscent of a hula dancer, and getting a torturous psoas massage, Michael diagnosed the problem: left gluteus medius strain. (I would like to formally apologize to my hip. I’ve been complaining about the poor thing for weeks, when it was a broke-down butt muscle causing the problem the entire time.)
I didn’t decide to cancel my marathon plans right away. Nope, instead I attempted to run a half marathon four days after being diagnosed. I dropped out when the pain set in at mile three—my first, and hopefully last, DNF…did not finish. I cried the whole walk home and I didn’t even feel better when a plate of banana and Nutella crepes showed up in front of me.
I’ll be spending time with Michael at Finish Line PT for the next 4 to 6 weeks. I’m pretty bummed about not running the NYC marathon in November, but the gadgets in this high-tech treatment center should keep me distracted. And I still get to run—at 75 percent body weight on an Alter G treadmill! It’s not Central Park, but at least I don’t have to completely cut running out of my life.
Have you ever run on an Alter G treadmill? What’s your “pain in the butt” running story?