Here's the scoop. Got to the track club workout a couple minutes late. The herd is in Tahoe, but I found BBJ pretty quickly. (BTW: I learned on Tuesday night that BBJ does NOT enjoy being goosed from behind as a greeting...who knew? So I withheld this morning...But I digress). Anyway I stretched w/BBJ and since we were chatting, I took off running with him in the "B" group (these people run something like 8 to 9:30 min miles, which I do not, but they also have longer runs, which I wanted to do, and I don't care about running at the back of the pack).
Anyway, BBJ quickly left me in his tracks, but I was cruisin' along. I was feeling really good. My right achilles has been bugging me lately, but not this morning. My left hammie has been calling my attention to its presence, but not today. Then all of a sudden, out of the blue, for no reason at all, I feel this "pop, pop, pop" in my hip.
"Oh" I thought, "that's sorta an unusual feeling" but since my joints typically pop and click and settle in the first couple miles of all my runs, I wasn't too alarmed, although I will admit that this popping and clicking was very different than normal.
So, I slowed down a bit (from about a 10:30 pace to about an 11:00 pace) and kept running....still feeling some residual...well...I don't want to call it pain, because it didn't really hurt, per se, but I could FEEL IT in my hip every time my left foot hit the asphalt.
At a mile and a half, it did it again...which is when I started to really freak out... I though of Irene and how she fractured her hip last spring. As I've written before, I live in perpetual fear that at some point I'm going to get hurt and have to quit running (Sorta paranoid, but that's how I am). So today, I did something I haven't done in a really long time. I stopped running. Then I turned around, and walked back to the start. Again, feeling it in my hip every single step of the way.
I talked to Coach Paul about it. He made one of those faces that you really don't want to ever see when you're a runner. I wanted to see the "oh, just rest a day or two. It's no big deal." But he made the squishy "oh that's not good" face.
So. I've left a message for a sports therapist, and hopefully, I'll get to talk to him soon.
I'm so sad. Carlsbad is in 8 days...
I'm hoping that if I just stay off it for the week, it'll be OK...