Sunday morning brought warmer temperatures and HUMIDITY!!! Regardless, I was "all in" and ready to tackle the race.
I don't like professional basketball, but go Cavs?!
I didn't mess around either. I started between the 3:25 and 3:30 pace groups and took off way quicker than I am used to. Although I did not hang with the groups for long, I was moving. My miles were consistently in the 7:50s to 8:10s. I was hot and sweaty but I was moving and doing okay. But then my hip started to ache. Not hurt like shooting pains, just ache and I found that it was getting more difficult to lift my knee. I felt like my leg was dragging. It was going to be a long day at this rate.
I saw Dave at mile 9 and called it a day. This time he didn't fight me on it. It wasn't going to happen today. I didn't even want to turn off with the half marathoners and at least get that medal.
Having spent the day not being able to walk (seriously, I had to get out the crutches to get around and couldn't sleep last night because I was in so much pain), I'm really glad I stopped. I have talked to my coach (um, yeah, I didn't tell her about my hip until after the race) and my doctor and it's time to do more testing. Coach is concerned it may be a torn labrum (that would SUCK!!!). I'm hoping it's just a strain and inflammation. Tomorrow I go in for some x-rays and there will probably be an MRI in the future too. Suck.
Not achieving my goals this year has been heart-wrenching. I have put all of myself in my training, been more consistent than ever, and I just haven't won the race "lottery." All the stars must align to go after big dreams and my hip was a star that was WAY off the target. Hopefully the hip is just a minor bump in the road and there will be more great races ahead this summer and fall. Keep your fingers crossed.