About three weeks ago, as I was beginning to increase my running mileage, a dull ache started in my left quad. I figured it was just my body building new muscle as I ran more. I ran 17 miles that week. Only a couple more than the week before, and shy of my goal of breaking 20. The week after, the ache continued. I hit my 20 miles on Friday, relieved that I could take a break for the weekend and rest my now throbbing leg. It felt good and horrible at the same time. Then I remembered about the Twitter Road Race scheduled for the next day. And so I got up and ran 3 miles, making it 23 for the week. That left me with just one rest day. Monday morning came too soon and I walked more than ran a 16 minute mile. I can normally walk a mile in about the same time, so this was extremely slow for a run, but it hurt too much to go faster. Tuesday morning, it occurred to me that I probably should not be running. I walked a mile which took over 20 minutes due to the pain. That was my last mile.
I decided that I should take a week off. If I saw no improvement in a week, I would call my doctor. The next Monday I called, because in almost a week off, it hurt to do any extensive walking. Walking to my classes on the 2nd and 3rd floor was a nightmare. My doctor was booked for a week, so I made an appointment with the new PA in the office. I have seen fantastic PA’s in the past, so I figured it was a better choice than waiting another week. It was NOT the right choice in this case. My doctor is a runner. This woman is not. She actually seemed kind of hateful. Not sure if it had to do with running or if she just generally didn’t like me. The only good she did was to take x-rays of my hip and femur. Knowing that I have no fractures makes me feel better. The problem though? She took this as confirmation that it must just be a muscle, and decided that I have groin strain. The pain? It started in the front center of my quad. And most of the pain is still in my quad. It moves around. Sometimes a little is actually in the groin area. And sometimes it’s at the top of the leg where it meets the hip. But for the most part, it’s right in the center of my quad. I asked her why she would think it was a groin strain and not, oh I don’t know, maybe a quad strain? She said it’s because I didn’t stop running right away, that I must have pulled those muscles too. Does that make sense to you? Because it still sounds completely backwards to me.
She also didn’t believe me that the pain was bad because I wasn’t drugging myself up on anti-inflammatories (and blamed this for it not healing) and I guess because I wasn’t screaming and crying. I’m not sure why she assumed I’d be a crybaby. But after 3 weeks of dealing with the pain, and her exam where she barely even touched my leg and didn’t even have me take my jeans off, I had no tears for her.
So she prescribed me an enormous bottle of prescription strength aleve. And told me to ice it and that yoga would be ok. And she said I can eventually start walking and that I’ll probably be able to run again. Then she pretty much laughed in my face over the other questions I asked her. They weren’t stupid questions. She basically laughed and told me to talk to my doctor about it. Which I would have been doing if I had been able to see my doctor to begin with. She also made some comments that were so out of line that I wish I could remember her exact words. I was pretty much stunned about the whole tone of the appointment. I went home and cried and put ice on my leg.
My appointment with the PA made it even more clear to me that I need to get my degree, because I want this. I want to help people who are hurting. I’m going to take this physical therapy thing all the way, so that I can help as many people as possible.
This week I’m determined to get things moving in the right direction. I have started walking. I apply heat and stretch before walking, then stretch again and ice afterwards. I tried ice cup massage instead of an ice pack the other day and it feels amazing. I’m using the aleve, but I’d like that to not go on for too long. I don’t know when I’ll be running again, but I will be.








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