Since completing 50 marathons in 50 states in Maui in January, I have only been able to complete one run. While running at the gym, I jumped off the treadmill because I felt an intense, sharp pain in my hip. While I don't frequently get massages, I opted to see my chiropractor, who specializes in deep tissue, to see if she could help work out whatever was causing my discomfort. She told me that I developed Hip Flexor Tendonitis. After a few very painful sessions, my hip felt better, but I still could not run.
Instead of putting my feet up and accepting total defeat, I did what I could. My hip was not bothered by the Stairmaster, my bike, or swimming; therefore, I could keep moving (just not running for the time being). I had already signed up (and paid) for the Cowtown Ultra which was the last weekend in February. Since this is one of my favorite events to support, I knew I was going to at least attempt to complete the Ultra. The tendonitis was an injury I was aware of in the background (fortunately the sharp pain was not a constant experience). I told myself that I would take it easy and jog Cowtown and listen to my body. If that sharp pain came back--I would walk or call it quits. If that is the worst thing that could happen, it truly wouldn't be that bad (and I could just cheer on Steve and enjoy the day). My next big goal is my Texas IRONMAN in April, and my intention was to make sure my race at Cowtown did not jeopardize that. At the same time, I wasn't going to coddle myself and not try--I would simply do what I could and what felt right that day. By mile three I had lost my gloves (and Steve). Initially the day was very cold, but the temperature rose, and the sun was shining making it a gorgeous Texas-winter day. My hip felt tight, but I was free of any sharp pain. By mile 13 I stopped for cookies (and found Steve). I was moved to tears by the sight of bystanders holding American flags on a bridge and soaking up all the fun along the course. When I saw "Mile 31" I let myself go and finished strong. Wouldn't you know, I finished second in my age group! I could have told myself to just "Rest, don't risk your IRONMAN in April." Instead, I chose to set reasonable limits and expectations for myself: "I will try but adjust if I really need to." By TRYING, I found out I COULD. If we choose not to try, then we will ALWAYS remain unsuccessful, but if we DO try there's only a CHANCE we will fail. Conditions will never be perfect. There will always be an injury, a financial cost, or some type of reason you can use as an excuse. While we can try to avoid getting injured, it can happen to anyone. Rest, recovery, and healing are important; however, with a little planning, common sense, a doctor's approval (if necessary) it is possible (and I believe healthier) to keep moving anyway you can. So that is what I chose to do. I kept up with my early morning exercise routine while allowing my hip to properly recover. In doing so, I strengthened my hip and the surrounding structures. Recovering from an injury (big or small) is no easy feat; however, the comeback can be stronger than the setback. Just like in everyday life: there will be challenges thrown your way that you need to face and overcome. Whatever the injury, whatever the challenge, remember that limits begin where the vision ends. Stay positive and press on to victory! Until Next Monday...
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Tracey S.
3/7/2022 06:01:44 am
Your story of perseverance is encouraging and inspiring. I needed to read this words this morning. Thank you.
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Pollyann Keller
3/11/2022 01:08:43 pm
Thank you for your feedback. I appreciate YOU!!
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