Cracked

I love my chiropractor.  Truly.  So very much.  I hadn’t been for an adjustment in several months until I went a little over a week ago, and I tell ya, it was like flipping a switch.  For several weeks I’d had a very weird feeling in my ribs. I felt like my rib cage was… twisted… or something.  When I’d lay on my back and put my hand across my upper abdomen like in the bread basket area, it was so obvious that one side was higher than the other, and laying on my right side was VERY uncomfortable.  It felt like my right ribs were just going to come up and overlap my left ones, and it felt like they were literally pushing the air out of my lungs.  I told D that I felt like my ribs were out of whack and he laughed at me, but I knew I wasn’t crazy!  When I told my chiro what I was feeling, he felt my ribs in my back and was like, “Yep, you’re not crazy.  You have three displaced ribs.”

Who knew that was even a thing?!



He twisted me up like a pretzel and put me in some positions I’m pretty sure I have never been in… certainly not with clothes on.  haha  Lots of snap, crackle, and popping later, I felt normal again!  I really need to get back into going for regular adjustments because this always happens.  After an adjustment I feel so much better.  I never realize how off kilter I am until I’m not anymore.  I always have an “Ooooooohhh yeeeeaah…. THIS is what it feels like to feel good!” moment afterwards.

How do you feel about chiropractors?  Love ’em?  Hate ’em?  Never been to one?  I swear by mine.  He’s saved my ass and got me out of severe pain more than once.  Funny enough, it’s never been back pain.  Thigh, knee, foot, and now rib.

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Warning Shot

Dear Running Gods,

I know I have no one but myself to blame for being where I am now.  I have forsaken the strength- and cross-training.  I run with bad form and have made no attempt to correct it.  But if you’ll PLEASE get me to the start line in 32 days, I’ll do better–I PROMISE!

Faithfully yours,

Pam

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I’m not down for the count yet.  I feel like this injury was my body firing a warning shot.  My chance to make things right before shit got REAL bad.

Let’s back up a few days, shall we?  When I last left you on Sunday, I was feeling pretty good about things.  I had just run one mile, and I told you it wasn’t painful.  Welllllllll, I spoke too soon.  Just like last Sunday after the half-marathon, the pain got worse as time went on.  I wasn’t quite back at square one, but I was definitely in more pain than I was before I ran.  It was back to where it hurt to walk again.  But I did as I said I would do.  I iced and rested Sunday night and Monday, so by yesterday it felt some better.

I knew had an appointment scheduled with the sports orthopedist (the one I saw almost exactly two years ago for my IT band when I was deep into marathon training) today, so last night I had a brilliant idea:  Run.  Make it hurt.  Make it easy for the doctor to pinpoint where the pain is coming from.  So I ran.  And I ran some more.  And the pain got better.  So I kept running.  And it got even better.  Still there, but better.  So I kept running.  Before I knew it, I had run five miles and I was in less pain than I had been in for over a week. I stepped off the treadmill expecting to feel that familiar stab when my feet touched the ground and… nothing.

Just for good measure, mostly because I know how much biking benefited me last week, I hopped on the spin bike and set it to high resistance and pedaled for 10 minutes.  When I got up, my legs felt like Jello, but there was no pain.  All evening long, no freaking pain.

I didn’t know what to do.  I was so confused.  I fell asleep last night wondering, “Do I keep my sports ortho appointment?  I KNOW it’s not a stress fracture now.  I hate to drive an hour and a half for someone to tell me I’ve strained a muscle.  I’ll cancel.  But then what if I cancel and it starts hurting when I run again tomorrow night?! ARGH!”  I made up my mind to decide in the morning.

Well morning came, and when I got up I felt a twinge.  Nothing anywhere near what I had been feeling though, so I decided to cancel the out-of-town sports appointment and call my local chiropractor.  He got me in this afternoon.  After talking with him about where the pain was, how it came on, etc., he decided I’d benefit from some myofascial release.

If I had known what he was about to do to me, I probably would have climbed out the window when he stepped out of the room while I changed into shorts.

O.

M.

G.

I didn’t know it was possible for a small piece of metal to inflict that much pain upon a person.  He said that’s how we knew it was working.  It’s like taking foam rolling to the next, more excruciating level.  Then he hooked me up to the electrical stimulation thing and was all, “That was fun!  Let’s do it again in a few days!”

I got the green light to continue training, instructions to foam roll the heck out of it, and an appointment for torture session round 2 on Monday morning at 0715.

Tuesday Tidbits

  • I haven’t talked about running in a while.  Never fear.  I’m still doing it, just not talking about it.  It’s above 60 degrees, so now I’m just in suck-it-up-and-run-as-slow-as-it-takes-to-not-die mode.
  • I finally went to the chiropractor yesterday to have my hip looked at.  It has been hurting ever since I ran the Shamrock Half back in March.  When I finished, both hips were sore, but the left one never got better.  It never got worse either, so I just kept running, hoping it would get better with time.  Only it didn’t.  It didn’t even get better when I missed 10 consecutive days of running with the flu/bronchitis/whatever else I had last month.  He twisted me up in all sorts of positions and said it was in the joint.  He told me to lie on my back and hold on tight to the table so he didn’t pull me off.  He grabbed my lower leg and pulled and all of a sudden I felt something give in the joint accompanied by a very audible “THUNK” sound.  He told me the medical term for it and said it basically meant that the ball had become jammed too far up into the socket.  I hoped it would be that simple.  It’s not any better today.  Going back Thursday.
  • Sunday was my sister’s birthday.  We have a date on Saturday to celebrate.  😀
  • I started a small fire in the kitchen last night.  It’s okay.  There was no damage and no casualties.  Although it did scare the living crap out of me.
  • I got in the tanning bed Sunday for the first time since before vacation.  I’ve been in the sun a lot since then, but I forgot my bare ass hasn’t.  Lesson learned.

Tuesday Tidbits

I’m enjoying doing the Tuesday Tidbit series.  So many times things happen that I want to document but aren’t in and of themselves postworthy.  Such as…

  • We finally joined everyone else in 2011 and signed up for Netflix.  I am totally digging the instant streaming.
  • I’m doing Adam’s virtual Sweat Your Thorns Off 5K this Saturday.  It’s gonna suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
  • I’m just getting started on the third book in the Harry Potter series.  I’m rather enjoying them.
  • Me, my sister, and two of her friends are having a girls’ night at a local winery Saturday night.  Every so often they have a “Concert in the Vineyards.”  It’s just an outdoor nighttime concert where everyone brings lawn chairs and picnic stuff.  They only ask that you don’t bring in other alcohol because they keep the store open until the concert ends.  The winery is 3.5 miles from my house, but I’ve never been to one of these events.  Should be fun!
  • I want a boat.
  • I don’t think I’ve ever been this un-tan in June.
  • Work still sucks.  In addition to everything else, I’ll find out this afternoon when one of my full-time carriers goes out for a worker’s compensation carpal tunnel surgery.  Since her sub will be tied down on her route the full 4-6 weeks that she’s out, that will essentially leave me with NO subs.  God forbid someone get sick or have car trouble.
  • We have ants.  Not inside the house, thank God, but they have taken over outside.  I was trying to pull some grass out of the landscaping a few days ago, and everywhere that you pulled and disturbed the mulch, they came crawling out by the hundreds.  Pest control came and sprayed yesterday.  She said we were one of the lucky ones if they weren’t inside because they have been HORRENDOUS this year.
  • Remember that used bicycle I bought a few months ago?  It’s still sitting in the exact same place in the garage in the exact same condition I bought it in.
  • I love this time of year (minus the heat, humidity, and bugs).  My belly is happy and full of fresh local veggies.  I’ve already eaten more squash and zucchini this year than I think I ever have in my life.
  • Hot or not, I have GOT to get my running base back up.  That 10K I ran back at the first of May is the longest I have run since my last half-marathon in April.  This three miles here and four miles there stuff isn’t gonna cut it anymore.  I’ll never acclimate to the heat if I don’t just get out there and do it.
  • I took the afternoon off work, but I don’t even get to enjoy it.  Eye appointment at 1:30 and chiropractor at 3:45.  I hope it doesn’t make me as sore as it did last week because it’s Tuesday.  That means 400s!  That has quickly become my favorite workout!

Out of Whack

For the last couple of months or so I’ve known it was way past time for a chiropractic adjustment.  I just start to feel kind of “off” when it’s time, and I’ve had that feeling for a while now.  I hadn’t had one since shortly before the marathon back in the winter, so I made an appointment and went last Wednesday after work.  I went to a new guy this time because my old one really pissed me off the last time I was there with a lot of misinformation and inaccurate billing.  I’m so glad I changed.  I like this guy a LOT better.  I didn’t realize what all I was missing out on since the other one was the only chiropractor I had ever been to.

Anyway, long story short, my hips were out of whack again.  That was the root cause of my foot tendonitis that I battled back in the fall of ’09.  Regular adjustments have kept it at bay, but as I said it had been a while since my last one.  I had just been putting off trying to find a new doctor and went longer between adjustments than I should have.  He put me through the wringer.  I felt SO much better when I left.  For a couple of hours anyway.  Then the soreness set in.  By that night and for the next couple of days I felt like I had been hit by a truck.  After having run Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday and feeling good about getting back into a groove, the soreness kept me from doing much of anything (even making sleeping difficult) for the next three days.  I finally ran again yesterday morning, and I was amazed at how different it felt.  Funny how running with two legs that are the same length just feels so much better!  I go back on Tuesday, and I’m hoping I won’t be quite so sore afterward.  Hopefully he worked out the majority of the kinks during round one.

Lesson learned.  I’ll be sticking to regular adjustments from now on.

How do you feel about chiropractors?  Miracle workers or quacks?  Ever been to one?  Or any other holistic or homeopathic practitioner?

Still Truckin’

As incredible as the 18 miles went last Saturday, so was the pain that followed.  I did everything I was supposed to do after the run–ice, ibuprofen, stretched, and rolled–but it didn’t keep the pain at bay.  We and some friends went that night to the Bell Witch Cave (a HUGE flop, by the way!!!  Not at all what we expected!) and that involved quite a bit of walking.  I hobbled along, wincing with every step.  By Sunday, after a few rounds of ice and 3200 mg of ibuprofen, I was fine.

As I’d mentioned before, I had an appointment scheduled with the sports doc on Wednesday.  I decided to go to the chiropractor the day before that just to see if he could throw anything else in there.  I love my chiropractor.  He’s a Boston-qualifying runner, and he’s injured everything imaginable, so he knows.  He did say my hips and low back were out of alignment, so he twisted and contorted my body into all sorts of interesting positions.  He also said I had a little bit of a patellar tracking issue and sent me home with a different knee strap.  I had bought this one at Walgreens, but he told me I needed one more like this with the V-groove.  I tried it on a five-miler, and I had to take it off by mile 2.  It made it hurt worse.  I tried it looser, tighter, pulled to the left, pulled to the right.  It just freakin’ hurt, and I NEVER hurt by mile 2.

The sports orthopedist really didn’t have much to say Wednesday.  There are no problems in the joint that he can feel on physical exam.  He said it feels like a good, healthy knee to him.  But he ordered an MRI for November the 1st so he can see what’s going on behind the kneecap where the pain is.

In a nutshell, I’ve been to two doctors, paid two copays, and bought two knee braces, and I know nothing more than I’ve known all along.

But nobody said to stop running, so running I am!  Although those five miles were the only five miles I ran last week until Saturday, when I ran my scheduled 14, but we won’t get into all that… haha

But those 14!  Although it was not a successful run pace-wise, they were the most ENJOYABLE 14 miles I’ve run yet!  Vegas Marathon Buddy was in town for the weekend and we got to run together.  This was the first and last time we will run together before the marathon.  I think we learned a valuable lesson Saturday.  Talking while running takes a LOT of energy.  Come December 5th, we may have to just SHUT UP AND RUN!   lol

I’ve got a half marathon on the agenda for this coming Saturday.  I’m not gonna go completely balls out, but I do want to get a healthy PR out of it.  This is the same course that I ran as my very first HM a year ago, so I’m kinda excited to see what kind of time I end up with.