It’s All About Context

photo: esbjorn2

In Wednesday’s post, I detailed the things I that think contributed to my injury. Today, I’m going to talk about the context and my reaction to the injury immediately after it happened.

In February and early March, husband was out-of-town for work and running was keeping my mind off his absence. Focusing on my training plan and putting in my miles distracted me from my empty home and grad school work. Running also kept me from spending too much time on the couch staring at the idiot box. Running, among other things, kept me busy.

That business, however, kept me from paying attention to my body. My left hamstring issues that started in January 2010 had not gone away. I stayed up too late on week nights and struggled to get out of bed in the morning (but I was never late for work). Tree pollen came in early and my spring-time allergies flared up, albeit not as bad in years past thanks to my allergy drops. Grad school work took of the rest of my free time and added to my stress level because I was trying to do too many things each day.

On March 12–the day after the race–I was frustrated and angry at myself. I knew something wasn’t right leading up the race, but ignored all the signs that my body was trying to give to me (shin splints, sore hamstring). My goal-orientedness (is that even a word?) and determination to finally run the Cherry Blossom Ten Miler blinded me to my reality. Due to a freak week of beautiful weather for DC in early March (think 80s with almost no humidity), the runners were out in full-force between March 12 and 15 (the day of my appointment with the orthopedist). I wanted to roll down my windows to/from work and scream obscenities at them out of jealousy. I refrained, but grumbled in my car to myself nonetheless. Needless to say, I was wound a little tight and stressed out. I clung to hope that the orthopedist would have neutral, if not good news for me.

Stay tuned for the next installment.

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