Well, my awesome friend Tricia is having some issues with her very grumpy IT Band... which, by the way, has a history of being grumpy.
Fortunately, I listened to myself. I knew that if I was making another appointment, that it was more painful than I was letting on. So I woke up Tuesday morning and the following texts happened:
Lesley: No running today.
Adam: Hey Lesley - I think someone stole your phone and is sending messages about not running
Yeah, my coach knows me. He knows I don't typically blow off runs. So today was no running. And I treated my leg like a Princess... I spent some time with the foam roller:
(This lady has way better technique than me. I look like an awkward flamingo.)
And I spent some time with the ice packs:
I'm supposed to run my longer run tomorrow because we front-loaded my week so I could race a 10k on Saturday. But I have a bad feeling that the run is out. Ultimately, I have no choice... I'm 12 days out from a marathon, and even though it's not a goal race, I still have to get through 26.2 miles.
Honestly, I'm not super concerned... it hurts, it's tender... I'm taking time off until it feels better. I think it'll be a couple days. In the meantime, I tossed the shoes I was wearing... it was their time anyhow. Besides, we know they are just sympathy pains, right?
Buuuuuuuuut, despite that knowledge... I've been pulled off running for a couple days, so I'm struggling to keep grumpy Lesley at bay.