Last night I headed out after dinner for a quick four or five mile run. This week's training has been going swimmingly. I've knocked out the mileage, held good easy paces, and even had a nice run with a friend on Wednesday.
Those whom the gods would destroy, they first give a good week of running.
It was a warm night but nothing too uncomfortable, the route one I've run fifty times before, and the sun was just beginning to sink below the horizon. I'm not great at running after a full meal, and so I kept the pace slow and even, just trying to get the miles in before today's rest and Saturday's ten miler.
Four miles into the run, my right lower back, which had been tight but not worrisome all day, began to get tighter, and tighter, and tighter. I had to stop. I walked the half mile home, where I realized something was not right.
None of the usual suspects hurt. Right foot & ankle, fine. Left hip-and-glute-posterior-chain-of-doom, fine. But my lower back hurts, and while I'm fine if I'm standing or walking tall, sitting hurts, and bending or leaning over and straightening up is next to impossible.
There is no way I'm running this weekend. I'm pretty confident that if I were to do nothing the rest of the month, I could finish my half, which is my first goal of course, but if I aggravate this I'll miss it completely.
Kind of bummed. Trying not to cope by eating all the M&Ms. And I have a doctor's appointment for Tuesday.