I have barely been running. In fact, I think I’ve only run once in all of March. A few weeks ago, I had an eerily-familiar pain in my pubic ramus, so I immediately shut it all down.
I had had a bit of random pain, but nothing serious. But one day, as it happened before, I stood up from my desk and had a total “holy shit” moment, when I felt the familiar hitch and dull pain.
After Phoenix, I had vowed to take lots of time off. But you know how that goes — you finish a race on such a high,and I was in such good shape, and just felt invincible. Of course, none of us are. So I probably ran more than I should have.
I’m not convinced anything is cracked again (please, no), and I can’t really swing an MRI right now to make sure. But taking time off has stopped the pain, so I’m sticking with that for now. Good thing I signed up for the Brookings Half-Marathon in May, eh? Idiot.
Right now I’m doing spin class 2-3 times a week, and I’ve consistently been taking weights classes 2-3 times a week. So I haven’t been too dejected about not running. I’d rather take March off than June. But I’m also not convinced that things aren’t messed up, so I am thinking of not doing a fall marathon. That’s tough. I really love running Twin Cities, for a million reasons, not the least of which is it’s a great family trip for us. Hopefully it won’t close soon, and I can reassess in a few weeks.
We’ll see. Until then, I’m ignoring my scale, which is horrifyingly close to immediate post-partum numbers without high mileage to make up for my insane sweet tooth.