Tuesday, July 27, 2010
My groin/upper leg hurt all day on Monday. I couldn't put my finger on it. I headed out to join Charlie Ban for a run (because I can't get enough of that kid) but he was beat from his 100 mile week so he opted out after about a mile. I found myself alone running up Glover Archibold and enjoying the not-so-humid air. I felt my injury but, in a weird way, it was contained. I finally got to Massachusetts Ave and bombed down Embassy Row back towards Dupont. By now my groin was screaming - it msut have been the downhills. After an hour I found myself back at National Geographic, but by now there was a gimp in my step. By the time I picked up my bag and was heading home towards the metro, I was limping around like Igor. Damn it. I cursed myself the entire train ride and pondered my next move. It was to time to seek the advice from a professional. I do not want to end up with what AC Carr had (see comments on sidebar).
On Tuesday, although I did not run, I barely felt it. What's going on? I contacted some doctors in an effort to set up an appointment. Until then I stretch. I can't run. I must destroy this thing before it destroys me.