Ever since this thing has attacked my hip and made running for long distances virtually impossible, I’ve stuck to low and slow: Low mileage, run as slow as I can. Lots of 3- and 4-mile jaunts around Town Lake.
But what I noticed is that inactivity made things worse. Taking weeks or whole months off at a time did not help one bit. So earlier this year, I decided to do something crazy. Run 5 to 6 days a week, 2 to 3 to 4 miles at a time.
Slowly, things started feeling just a little better: 55 miles in January; 76 miles in February; and 97 miles in March. In March, I rejoined the Luke’s Locker Tuesday taco run, which incorporates a lot of hills over 4.5 miles. Running those hills has loosened up my hip even more it seems.
So, in April, I had to go for 100 miles right?
Damn right: 24 runs for 124 miles (sounds like the stats of a running back). I’m still slow, as you can see from the day-to-day chart of my April runs I’ve provided below. No sub 8-minute averages. A few 7-plus mile runs. (I’ve circled happy achievements, i.e., sub-9 minute runs, an 8-mile run, etc.)
From run to run – and sometimes from mile to mile – this hip thing comes and it goes. There is no pain that accompanies the dysfunction. Just a right leg that zigs when I tell it to zag.
But I’m hanging in there. Like a friend told me on the trail the other day: Running is a blessing. Be glad that you still can.