all f*ckd up in the IT department
Today I learned a little lesson about IT bands. No, these are not music groups comprised of little technogeeks in full Trekkie gear. An IT band is the little band of muscle and tissue that connects your knee to your ass or something like that.
So I'm running along for 6 miles feeling great. I'm not winded or tired. It's awesome. Then I get this little grumbly pain in my hip like my hip muscle just tied up in a damn knot. I stop and stretch bc I can tell it's my IT band. A coach stops and tells me to buy a roller on the internet and roll myself on it at home. I'm picturing stopping at the home depot and picking up a paint roller, but I'm not sure if that's what she's talking about. She says not to worry and that I can run through it, so I do. 3 more miles of running through it.
Now I'm walking like a damn invalid, and I feel like a little gnome is inside my hip with a blow torch, giggling madly while he scorches my muscles. The email I got 2 weeks ago warning me about this says it's ITBS. ITBS to me was this cool little test we had to take every other year in school that had easy vocab and this great section where you had to imagine folding paper and figuring out where the hole punches would go. It was much less painful than this. I have to think that part of the problem [since the issue is only on one leg] was running on this wacked ass embankment that was all slanted. On the way back, I wised up and ran in the street.
So what does this mean for the crankster? I got the full spa treatment today, the one reserved for those who thrive on masochism--my first ice bath [that was brutal], rigorous stretching of my body into positions that they really shouldn't attempt, and probably the most intense and painful massage session I've ever received. At some point, I cried out,"Magadahhhlaaaa" and then explained breathlessly, "I ran out of curse words." Painful.
And what did I get out of the whole spa treatment? More pain, and I can still barely walk, and what's worse is that the rest of the muscles in my body are now starting to rebel. bastards.
And speaking of the need for ICU, my car is in the shop again for the second day in a row [after being told it was fixed]. damnit.
So I'm running along for 6 miles feeling great. I'm not winded or tired. It's awesome. Then I get this little grumbly pain in my hip like my hip muscle just tied up in a damn knot. I stop and stretch bc I can tell it's my IT band. A coach stops and tells me to buy a roller on the internet and roll myself on it at home. I'm picturing stopping at the home depot and picking up a paint roller, but I'm not sure if that's what she's talking about. She says not to worry and that I can run through it, so I do. 3 more miles of running through it.
Now I'm walking like a damn invalid, and I feel like a little gnome is inside my hip with a blow torch, giggling madly while he scorches my muscles. The email I got 2 weeks ago warning me about this says it's ITBS. ITBS to me was this cool little test we had to take every other year in school that had easy vocab and this great section where you had to imagine folding paper and figuring out where the hole punches would go. It was much less painful than this. I have to think that part of the problem [since the issue is only on one leg] was running on this wacked ass embankment that was all slanted. On the way back, I wised up and ran in the street.
So what does this mean for the crankster? I got the full spa treatment today, the one reserved for those who thrive on masochism--my first ice bath [that was brutal], rigorous stretching of my body into positions that they really shouldn't attempt, and probably the most intense and painful massage session I've ever received. At some point, I cried out,"Magadahhhlaaaa" and then explained breathlessly, "I ran out of curse words." Painful.
And what did I get out of the whole spa treatment? More pain, and I can still barely walk, and what's worse is that the rest of the muscles in my body are now starting to rebel. bastards.
And speaking of the need for ICU, my car is in the shop again for the second day in a row [after being told it was fixed]. damnit.
posted by Cranky at 8:29 PM
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