I guess this means I don’t have another fracture?… I think I’d probably know by now if I did. Still, doesn’t stop me from freaking out. My acupuncturist stated the obvious: even if it is fractured, freaking out won’t really do much good. Yes, but… logic isn’t always my strong suit.
Anyway, I was supposed to be seeing the osteo specialist today, so I figured that I didn’t have to bother going to anyone else about this. Except that I am such a massive genius, I neglected to get my labs done, so that appointment has now been postponed until mid-April. Awesome. It wouldn’t have helped much anyway — the first 5K was yesterday.
Rather than repeat what I did before the half marathon (skip my last training run because my hip felt weird), I went out on Friday; if I was going to be injured and have to suck in a race, I would rather not start. And besides, I was planning to wear my new PureConnects for the race, and I had only worn them once — I needed to give them another try!
My hip didn’t feel any worse or better for having run, so I decided to race. (Race, not run.)
I really love these shoes. Not aesthetically, really, but they feel so awesome!
Anyway, my new 5K racing strategy is to go out like a bat from hell and keep going until I either drop dead or cross the finish line. It’s probably why the first mile was the fastest mile I have ever run in my life.
By the time I reached that first mile marker, there were only two people ahead of me. One was too far away for me to ever catch her, but I used the second one as my personal rabbit: I stayed a few feet behind her for the entire distance, then sprinted past her at the finish line.
My official time was 24:50.9; hers was 24:51.1. She was very gracious about it — a lot more so than I would have been! Heh.
So, yeah… I didn’t win, but I did come in second. And first in my age group, which means I finally have a placement medal that I actually earned (unlike the last one). I also have a glass trophy for placing second overall, even though it says “first place,” because they can’t get everything right, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with said trophy, but I am hardly going to complain about that!
I’m not even going to complain about the fact that one side still feels kind of strange. It’s more of a muscle soreness, though, I think. And oh, apparently you can get groin pain when you’re ovulating. Well. Isn’t that awesome. Does that mean this is going to happen all the time now?! Because I don’t think I would be able to deal with that.
I don’t know, it just feels very scary to have my happiness hinge on something so… tenuous. It’s terrifying to know that it could be snatched away from me in an eyeblink.