I’ve been dealing with an aggravated hip flexor since late last week. It’s an old injury; the first time I seriously hurt it was bad news, but it was all the way back in the 8th grade. Last time I trained for sports, as a matter of fact. The hip has flared up several times over the years and the pain is an old friend. This time, though, I’m in the midst of training for half marathons, so I have to do more than just greet it.
I did my long run on Sunday, but I’ve taken this week off so far. I’m considering whether I should take the rest of it off until next Sunday, or whether I should keep training and ice it after each session. I could easily fit in three days before Sunday’s half, but I don’t want to risk putting myself out of commission all together. This seems ripe for a good lesson in taking things day-by-day. I’m thinking I’ll give it a shot tonight, maybe stick to walking and not push the pace, and being sure to follow with ice. I also need to be sure to keep hydrated, I think, and well-nourished. Those muscles can’t heal if I don’t give them the right tools.
So yeah. Aging injuries and bodies are finicky. No big surprise, right?