A couple of weeks ago I pissed off my hip flexors. I'm pretty sure it is specifically my psoas (pronounced "SO-azz"), which keeps popping. It had been grumbling for awhile (probably years), but it went from kind of a "this again?" to "BREA YOU ARE CRAZY WHAT ARE YOU THINKING OMG STOP IT I AM DONE." And then it just up and
I have been slowly (SO. SLOWLY.) trying to get my mileage back again, as I'm still hoping/planning to run my first half marathon on the 31st. I did six miles this morning and had a conversation with my psoas almost the entire time. (Maybe "psoas" should be the word of the day?) It went like this:
Me: Dude. 3-and-a-half weeks until I'm running a half marathon. You realize I'm running whether you continue to revolt or not, right?
Psoas (entire body tense, eyes closed, chanting): No hills no hills no hills no hills.
Me: Suck it up! I'll avoid the big, huge, long one and I'll go easy on the rest. Chill out!
Psoas (curling up in a tight little ball and pulling on every neighboring muscle and bone): Noooooooo we're on a hillllllll!
Me: OMG please let go of my piriformis. Please please please let go of my piriformis. No need to involve her or anything else back there! Just chill out.
Psoas: ......is it over? It's over? Oh that wasn't so bad. Flat surface. We're good! It's all good! This is nice. NOOOOOO! ANOTHER HILL!
::Sigh::Of course I am running a course that is notoriously hilly. The hills are infamous for their number, their length, and their...steepness? Steeptitude? Change in elevation? In any case, there are a couple of steep doozies - one that is so steep, the sidewalk next to it is actually stairs.
I will be finishing this half marathon. It's possible I will limp across the finish line and spend the next week in a bathtub full of ice, but I will be getting my finisher's medal and able to say I finished the darn thing. It's paid for. It's a long-time goal. Done.
I might be a stubborn ass.