…because I’m apparently 97 years old.
Several weeks ago I had this pain in my hip and right butt cheek (hello, blogging world – this is me, talking about my butt pains). I mean, it crippled me. I had to lean over the bed and rub it out so I could walk again. Neat.
Then a couple of times while running I had the same shooting pain. Matter of fact, at 6:15 a.m. this morning, you could find me laying on a sidewalk in the middle of Vanderbilt campus stretching my leg up over my head. Again…neat. “No innocent bystander – I’m fine. Why do you stare so much?”
Well apparently sciatica pain isn’t just for old ladies. After some time on Web MD today, it’s definitely my sciatica. (Or maybe I have a tumor? Or spinal cord damage? Or my back is about to go out completely? Web MD is the devil.)
So apparently I need to do some lower back exercises if this is indeed what it is. I’m going to see how I feel after my long run this weekend (if I can make it without having to be carried off the trail), but I may be visiting the ever genius Perry Smith again if this keeps up.
Let’s just remember that I voluntarily get up at 5:45 every Saturday morning and go voluntarily torture myself by sweating 8 buckets of sweat – and in return I get to feel like an old lady. (Oh yeah, there’s the unbeatable runner’s high and immense sense of accomplishment too, I guess.)
In the meantime, here I am:
Photo credit to Chrys Campos.
Till next time, you whipper snappers.