About a week before the 5K race I started noticing a subtle ache in my lower back. It’s been there on and off in the past, mostly related to the pregnancies but this time it wasn’t going away. I felt great during the race and after but in the week that followed the ache turned into something more. Then I chalked it up to the monthly cycle low back pain but it didn’t go away when the monthly cycle left. It started wrapping around to the front, near my hip bone.
I thought I had been doing so well. Apparently not.
I saw a massage therapist who suggested I see a chiropractor. I had been thinking about getting into some ART therapy. I had heard about this from the FB running group I follow and heard it was pretty good for soft tissue injuries. Now, the last time I saw a chiropractor was probably close to 20 years ago and it involved a lot of back and neck cracking. I wasn’t too keen on going down that route.
I was pleasantly surprised by my experience with this new chiropractor. He assessed me quickly as having very tight hips which were due to weak glutes. Pretty much exactly as I had suspected and he went on to do some active release therapy on my hips. I have incredibly tight hip flexors.
And this pretty much sums my situation up.
After 15 minutes of active release therapy, all I can say is “owie” and “wow”. At the end of the session my lower back and hips, while still aching, felt 100% looser than when I went in. Sadly that didn’t last but I have been working hard all week on stretching and opening up the hip joints. I have a lot of work to do. I am going to scale back on the distance and stick with no more than 5 km runs for a few weeks until this settles down.
It’s been 263 days since I went for a run. 263 days of sitting on my ass, eating countless buckets of ice cream, chocolate, Twizzlers, oh and gestating a human being (well, that’s more like 200 days). 263 days of weight gain (yes, yes, I was pregnant), but now that that’s all done, I have 20 lbs to shed. I don’t intend on losing it too fast as I still want to continue nursing. I just feel out of shape, in more ways than one, and it was time to saddle up!
So, I woke up this morning determined to do one thing – go for a run. I told husband early that this was the plan. I slowly got ready while the baby slept. I ate some breakfast with the kids, had my morning cup of coffee [wink, wink] and got dressed.
This is when it first starts getting depressing. My running pants are snug. My sports bra was tight, but I was wearing it on top of my nursing bra for extra support, so that was to be expected. Finally, the running shirt. Ugh. Tight, ill-fitting and showcased the “muffin top”. Oh, you don’t know what a muffin top is? Go google it! I am NOT publishing a picture.
The baby woke up, I fed him and handed him off to daddy. I kissed the kids goodbye (both are home sick today) and off I went. count
The first minute was a brisk walk. I used the MapMyRun app on my phone. I have it set to tell me the minute intervals. At 2 minutes, I started running at my usual pace and a minute in, I was huffing a bit. It’s about 3 degrees Celsius today, and a bit windy, so my chest started to burn. I ran through it and at 4 minutes, back to a walking pace. I continued this interval for about 20 minutes and 2.52 km. When I got home, I was quite winded but it took only a few minutes to recover. I did some yoga stretching, a few sit-ups, and I was done. Done like dinner. I suspect I will be quite sore tomorrow, but I think it’ll be worth it.