You know what I’m talking about…
…things didn’t go as planned.
…maybe you feel sheepish or a bit embarrassed.
…sometimes you even have to swallow back tears.
I’m not talking about that walk of shame.
I’m talking about when you go for a run only to find out you’re hurt or sick and have to walk the rest of the way home.
I’m no stranger to it: I’ve walked for long distances, I’ve called family to pick me up, I’ve walked in the middle of winter when my clothes are soaked with sweat and not nearly warm enough (one of the main reasons I always try to run with a phone now!).
It’s happened to Kelly, and I’ve run home to get a vehicle, we’ve called family, and he’s even hopped in a passing cab.
With the exception of one time (gut-wrenching cramps), it’s always due to injury-related pain that stops me from going any further.
I’ve had the walk of shame a few times in as many weeks.
Luckily I haven’t made it more than a block from home, so it’s been a short walk. That doesn’t mean tears of frustration don’t threaten to bubble out. Unluckily, it means I wasn’t able to go more than a block without intense pain.
After my IMS treatment, pain moved into the upper calf muscles of my left side. It was so sharp and severe I had to stop immediately. It felt like something was going to explode.
I talked to a few people about it. One physiotherapist thought it was just really tight calf muscles, so he gave me stretches to work it out. (Unfortunately, those gave me knee pain!) Another person thought it was a bursa sac bothering me.
I stretched the best I could, tried to roll it (so painful), used tiger balm, and wore compression socks.
I’m not out of the woods yet, but it’s been feeling much better. I ran on the treadmill last weekend so I wouldn’t have to walk home dejected (again) if the pain came back. It was a success! I ran again on Wednesday on the treadmill, incorporating six miles into a circuit.
On Saturday I rode long (and at better watts than ever before for 80km/50 miles). I’ve been itching for a good run in our spring weather, so Kelly and I planned a Sunday morning date. We went for about an hour and 20 minutes and my calf felt awesome!
My left hip and hamstring got pretty tight, but I’m going to baby them for a few days and stick to strength and cycling.
I miss doing all my workouts in the fresh air!
Kelly’s gone mountain biking the last two weekends, but I’m not brave enough to go in freezing temps. Hopefully soon.
Have you experienced the walk of shame? (Either definition…no judgment!)
Tell me about it!