My 20 mile run on Saturday was fantastic. I ran faster than ever before, even though I had to run up the inside of Torrey Pines. It was wonderful. I was victorious.
Afterwards, I was religious about stretching, taking my ice bath, and nap. Sunday, Alec and I went to cheer Brent on at the Encinitas Tri. Forgetting about my run the previous day, I took off running to follow Brent out of the water. Stabbing pain in my left hip stopped me short. Hmmm. Must just be sore from the day before. But it continued to ache as I walked. Soon I was limping. Stubbornly, I met my group for a 40-mile, hilly bike ride after the race, hoping my hip would loosen up. At mile 12, I pulled over and called it a day. I almost never do this. However, my hip hurt, I was tired, and in pain. Gutting through the bike ride simply was not going to help me. Only hurt me.
I went home and sulked the rest of the day. My hip hurt worse and worse and worse. Ibuprofen and ice didn't touch it. It felt like my hip was on fire. I couldn't even lie on my left side.
I rested my hip and walked as little as possible Monday and Tuesday. I got a sports massage. She thinks it's my gemellus muscle (hip abductor). She dug in until my knuckles were white. I think the muscle is really tight. I feel a twinging pain every time I push off/extend. I've been applying heat and using a tennis ball to help loosen it up. This seems to be helping.
Today, I tried swimming. Kicking was not fun. It hurt a lot the first 10 minutes and then got better and better. Walking is the same (hurts at first and then loosens up). Uphill feels great. Downhill is agony. Oddly enough, this is the same muscle I strained training for my very first half marathon over 6 years ago.
I have an appointment with the sports med doctor tomorrow morning. Please, please, please let it heal before Rock 'n Roll Marathon next weekend.