What's the stupidest or most random way you've ever injured yourself?
It's ironic. I can run long distances and contort myself into all kinds of yoga poses all without much pain or discomfort. So guess how I hurt myself this week? Let me set the stage:
It's Tuesday morning. A beautiful morning. I decide to get in some miles on the treadmill prior to yoga class. I go in early, set up my mat in the yoga room to save my spot and hit the treadmill. I have a great run and arrive in the yoga room all perky and talkative with my fellow yogalites. Class is starting and I realize I could move my mat over to give myself more space. I lean over, twist, grab the mat and pull. Sweet mother! Something gives in my back and takes my breath away. I lay on my mat, helpless. My teacher notices. She tells the class to keep up the sun salutations for a moment and kneels beside my lifeless body. "You okay?"she asks? I manage, "Just give me a minute. I hurt my back." "Put this ball under your ass," she says "and do a restorative bridge." "I can't," I say. "I can't even lift up my ass." Meanwhile the class is on their 29th sun salutation and beginning to grow weary of that move. Someone gets me Motrin. Everyone starts to diagnose: "Oh it must be her sciatic nerve" and "I know someone who knew someone who was on the toilet and reached for a magazine and the same thing happened" and "I think you've just pulled your scrotum iliac out of joint." Do I have a scrotum?
So I lay there. And lay there. The class goes on. I think if I just lay here through a few more downward dogs I'll be fine. I try to get up. No dice. I lay there some more. Finally, I manage to stand up and walk to the side of the room. The class claps and cheers as if I am some NFL athlete who has been down on the field with a concussion and has just managed to move to the sidelines.
Two days later: still lots of pain. Lower back and to the right, just above the right glute. Yet way deep in my back in places I didn't even know I had muscles. Running is completely out of the question. I tried that yesterday and made it 436 feet according to my Garmin. 2 calories.
This is where a runner with some races on the books starts to panic. Shit! Hood to Coast relay is a week from tomorrow. Crap! I have a half marathon in a month. Holy BQ! My marathon is in 89 days!
But even bigger than the races is the psychological/mental component. Running is a part of my day. Almost everyday. It centers me. It helps me work stuff out. It makes me feel productive. It takes me out into nature. It makes me a better person, inside and out. It's tough to not get that fix everyday. Not being able to run is a true test.
So friends, tell me, what's the most random way you've injured yourself? How do you cope with not being able to run?