The Boston Marathon is only a week away. I can only think about one thing: My piriformis muscle.
Such a silly little muscle, but right now it’s cause for major marathon concern. A twinge in my glute began about a week ago. It felt a little tender after the 1/2 marathon. No worries, right? The twinge became more acute and a tenderness was replaced by real pain. I backed off for a few days, felt better and went for a 10 mile run. No good. The following day it was worse than ever and my lunch run didn’t even last a mile.
To say I flipped out would be an understatement. I completely lost it – I called my parents. I cried in the bathroom at work. After all these months of running and now this. Following the advice of my dad, I called a massage therapist, explained my situation and had a deep tissue massage that afternoon. It helped immensely, but not unlike an addict, I immediately returned to my old ways and took a 20 mile run on Sunday. What a silly thing to do! What was that about a three week taper?
Currently I’m treating my piriformis like a freakin’ princess. Nothing is too good for her. She’s getting hot baths, cold compresses, contrast showers, tiger balm lotion rub downs, Braggs apple cider vinegar and gentle stretching. I imagine that if my piriformis were a person, she would be a high-maintenance pop star and I’d be her personal assistant: My piriformis is Mariah Carey – do not mess with her.