Broken Strings or 3.2 of B210K

I was dragging my feet a little, getting my run started this morning. I took my car in to the shop to be worked on for a check engine light, and I fear it left me deflated. Then we learned that The Captain's boss did not want him to bother working while his truck was out of commission. Unfortunately, his time off is unpaid. Again, deflated. Wilted. It wasn't even 9am. I got on my running clothes, and headed out, certain a good run would help my psyche.

I walked my warm up, as usual, and when it was time to run, I literally jogged three steps, and crumbled, falling to the ground. My right hip had given out, and it felt as though it wasn't even there. I felt like a marionette whose string had gotten cut. I could make it move, but it was like the hip bone wasn't talking to the leg bone.

You see, a few days ago, my hip socket started hurting. BADLY. But The Captain has a severely injured knee (remember, we have no health insurance), and I feared complaining about my hip would only make it sound like I was trying to steal his thunder. Plus, I didn't want anyone telling me I couldn't/shouldn't run. Usually when I run anyway, the pain fades, and I am strong again.

I tried to run again, and stumbled. I could not, physically, run. AT ALL. Despite my best efforts. Tears welled both from the pain and from the uncertainty of my future in running. This was serious, and scary. I knew I could walk though. So I would walk my hour, when I should have been running. I walked as fast as I could, and found myself starting to run. About 3-4 minutes into the first run, I started running. And then I would walk, and then run, and then walk.... A LOT.

My second run I ran the entire length (I am doing 3, 17 minute runs now. With a 1 minute walk break between.), and was feeling..... bad. It was bad enough I didn't even feel accomplished. The pain was coursing down my leg to the top of my foot. It was time to stop. So I walked, and walked and walked... the remaining time.

My total distance was a mere 3.25 miles, which I am fine with, considering.

After reading about what could be going on, it sounds like my hip flexor is pretty angry. So, ice, yoga, warm, yoga, ice. I'm taking good care of my poor little (haha) leg. I already feel stronger since this morning, and I hope that tomorrow will be equally healing.

Sometimes I curse that I've signed up for a Half Marathon, but truly, it keeps me wanting and yearning, and pressing on when it's hard. It keeps me focused. I need to find a way to do it because running has been so much more to me than a physical strengthening.


P.S. Bonus points for whoever can place what movie those marionettes in my picture are from. I found myself singing the song they sang, even while Gwen Stefani was playing loudly in my ears.