Categories: Hip injury, pool running, YMCA
Thanks to all of you who helped talk me down out of the tree yesterday. I swear the mental aspect of being injured is way worse than the physical one.
As I mentioned, I managed a 90-minute pool run last weekend. I went back to the YMCA where I am no longer a member and begged them to let me in as a guest. The uber gym we belong to now has copious pools, but none deep enough for pool running (WTH?). The front-desk woman at the Y could not have been nicer and told me I could visit three times, free of charge. Bless her heart.
Before I knew it my mom-kini and I were back in the pool wrapped in the familiar pool-running flotation device. I’d first pool run here in 2010 while I rehabbed a strained achilles. It all worked out then. It will now. Except right now I’ve let doubts creep in.
The pool was fairly empty, save for a few swimmers in the Circle Swim lanes, whatever those are. The lifeguard gave me a curious glance then looked away before we could make eye contact. His pool-deck boombox played the likes of Metallica, AC/DC and White Snake.
I started off to Rock Me Like a Hurricane.
True to form, I went out too fast and was pooped after a few minutes. This was harder than I remember. How would I ever last 90 minutes? Eventually I found my groove.
Other swimmers came and went:
- Olympic Medley girl swam laps in the lane next to me, splashing like it was her job.
- Then came really old man.
- Then a father/son team intent on getting to the bottom of the 12-ft. section and analyzing how their ears felt.
During the last half hour I took off the flotation harness and did sprint intervals: Basically flailing in the water, simulating a running motion as closely as possible, enough to stay afloat. These are hard. Hard is good.
After 90 minutes on the bike and 90 in the pool, I was spent. To the extent that I was lightheaded. Approaching pass-out territory if I stood up too fast. Silly me did not fuel like I do when I run. Doh.
I was back in Dr. Miracle’s office yesterday, lamenting my failed running attempt. He added more voodoo to our usual routine, in the form of an air-gun like device he shot all over my hip and ITB. He also assigned more exercises. Go me.
The plan going forward is to stay on the pool/bike/Chiro routine this week and try to run again this weekend.
The bad news is the Y pool is closing for rehab on 8/25. So no more deep water….unless I find another pool…or heal up already.
Where there’s a will there’s a way, right?