A lot of 'noise' up and down my right leg as I ventured out to run for the first time in three weeks. Lifting my leg too high, stretching too far forward in my stride, for whatever reason a little knob of sensitivity had located itself at the bottom of my sitz bone, a classic upper hamstring injury.
As I set out at a fast shuffle through the door of the building into the beautiful sunny morning, I monitored the various pains as they arose. Upper buttock, behind the knee, down the outside the thigh, but not, thank goodness, at the tendon attachment point. The little tear-like sensations that might have told me I was re-injuring it were blessedly absent. Instead warmly painful waves of what seemed like contraction, or at least resistance to stretching, moved up and down through the muscles.
Okay, I thought as I made it to the river, I can live with you, mini-cramp pains. As I warm up, you'll disappear. Then suddenly, a quick seizure just under my buttock that provoked an 'Ooof', my leg unable to extend to reach the ground, and tumbled.
Only scraped hands and knee but, come on now, my muscles, what kind of revenge are you wreaking on me? Have I not paid enough attention to your needs as I've focussed on my ischial tuberosity? Were you damaged too?
What's clear is that I can't always tell you what to do, and that if you spasm, you can topple me like a tree. Suddenly I feel vulnerable. It's time for negotiation.
As I set out at a fast shuffle through the door of the building into the beautiful sunny morning, I monitored the various pains as they arose. Upper buttock, behind the knee, down the outside the thigh, but not, thank goodness, at the tendon attachment point. The little tear-like sensations that might have told me I was re-injuring it were blessedly absent. Instead warmly painful waves of what seemed like contraction, or at least resistance to stretching, moved up and down through the muscles.
Okay, I thought as I made it to the river, I can live with you, mini-cramp pains. As I warm up, you'll disappear. Then suddenly, a quick seizure just under my buttock that provoked an 'Ooof', my leg unable to extend to reach the ground, and tumbled.
Only scraped hands and knee but, come on now, my muscles, what kind of revenge are you wreaking on me? Have I not paid enough attention to your needs as I've focussed on my ischial tuberosity? Were you damaged too?
What's clear is that I can't always tell you what to do, and that if you spasm, you can topple me like a tree. Suddenly I feel vulnerable. It's time for negotiation.
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