I am continuing my routine of not-running, but thinking hard every day about the fact that I’m not running. I’m hoping that by keeping that fact in the front of my brain, I’ll keep the habit in tact. I hope.
Before my awkward muscle tear, I had already scheduled a massage for this weekend….so it turned out to be rather well timed. Given the rather personal nature of the actual damage, she couldn’t really palpate the hurt muscle, without falling into the realm of supposed Thai massage. But she did wonders working on the areas of my back and thigh that have become hurt in the process of accommodating for the injury.
I asked if she has any idea how quickly muscles heal. She said that all bodies are different, but now I’ve hurt it once, it’s likely I’ll do again. And that if she was me, she wouldn’t run again.
I’m not sure I can shut down the parts of my brain and body that have finally come to understand running.
I’m trying to take it easy on my crying crotch, but the truth is, you use it for, like….walking? And I don’t own a car. And I walk a lot. To the grocery store, to work, to the camera store, to the bagel shop, to the book store, to the bus stop. I walk.
I am hoping that I’ll be able to start running again on Tuesday morning….but if this becomes more than a temporary issue, I may have to start revising goals….