8 miles. Last long run before the half marathon next Sunday. In spite of taking off several days to rest the injury, my groin/inner thigh strain has not gone away. I planned on covering 11 miles today, but those muscles kept tightening up, and I just couldn’t finish.
I’m pretty bummed about getting injured this close to the race. I started to get really down about it on the drive home. We’ve put in so much time into training—pounding away the miles, working out at the gym. It just sucks all around. Then I realized that injuries come with the territory, and there wasn’t anything I could have done to prevent this particular injury. Over the last 10 months, I increased my mileage slowly. I iced. I foam rolled. I stretched. I ate well. I did core workouts. I did everything I was supposed to. But shit happens, right? I’m just gonna have to roll with it.
It blows that I probably won’t be able to run the race as fast as I hoped. I might have to stop every now and then to stretch those strained muscles, and I might have to walk it out for a bit. But you can bet your ass that I’m crossing that finish line. I put in too much work to throw in the towel now.
Until then, I’m going to be icing, foam rolling, doing yoga, doing light workouts and taking epsom salt baths. I’m also going to schedule a sports massage this week to see if that helps any. (If anyone has an opinion on getting a sports massage this close to a race, I’m all ears).
Anyways, such is life. Sometimes you win; sometimes you pull a random ass muscle or two and have to hobble your way to the finish line.