I am going insane. Or, I think I’ve gone psycho already.
I realized a couple of days ago that, by February 7, it will be the 2nd anniversary of my knee injury. Since Singapore Marathon, I’ve been able to run easy 5ks with manageable pain on the left knee, but I haven’t ran any of those feel-good, lung-busting, I-want-to-scream-because-I-am-so-happy runs that keeps all of us runner’s alive and wanting more.
Out of panic, I dialled my PT’s number yesterday and yelled these exact words in his ear: “I need your help! It’s the 2nd month of my injury already and I don’t know what else to do!” By the afternoon, I was in Moro Lorenzo, this time for a consult with my lifesaver Dr. Canlas and my two favorite PT’s by his side.
With one look at the wicked knee and a brief exchange of words among the three of them, the good doctor said it was an ITB problem. No drama from me; I kinda knew it due to the ITB tightness I felt for the past few days. I endured the dreaded massage on my ITB, corrected my form on some drills, and learned more strength training exercises for my quads at the gym. After that, I headed home unsure of how long it will take for my ITB to cooperate and just loosen up. Aaaah!
So yes, TBR has an ITB problem. Wish I could say WTF but that is so not me. I’m more inclined to LOL with tears rolling down my cheeks. OMG, I am really going insane!