A sight for sore piriformis

Today’s run (street): 3.4 miles

It’s been such a long time since I’ve run outdoors that I was surprised to see that Milemeter has reverted back to being called Gmaps Pedometer. I realize that’s an esoteric observation, but it shows that things have changed in the eight weeks since I last did a neighborhood run. Not much changed in the neighborhood except for a whole lot of tar and gravel being laid down to fix this winter’s potholes.

I was excited and a little nervous prior to going out this morning. My cold is still present, but it hasn’t gained much of a foothold. Despite some sniffles and nasal congestion, I’ve had no breathing issues doing indoor workouts. My concern centered on my self-diagnosed piriformis syndrome. I already knew what to expect when running on the flat, flexible surface of the treadmill. How would the injury feel when running on unyielding pavement over varying elevations? What will the longer stride do to my form?

The other thing on my mind was the weather. The strong winds were evident and the local station said they’d be increasing throughout the day. I knew I should get out early to minimize that effect. I procrastinated predictably, and didn’t start my run until after 9:00 AM. I probably overdressed because of the winds, but never felt overheated during the run.

I knew within ten seconds that I’d be okay once I reached the road. The piriformis/sciatica pain was there, but it didn’t bog me down too much. I did notice that it affected my gait and it underscored my need to get to an orthopedist. Overall it was fine and it proved I could run. Not real fast, but it was real running.

The strong winds hit when I rounded a corner around the half mile point. It felt like a huge invisible fan and the mild air suddenly became very chilly. My route soon changed direction and all was well, although half of the last mile was spent running against strong headwinds.

I didn’t have my HRM for this run, so I can’t gauge my real effort. My perceived effort was moderate and I felt I’d passed my fitness test. That said, I’d purposely kept my expectations low. I’m very aware that I tend to take recovery progress as evidence of readiness and I end up overdoing it the next time I run. Tomorrow I’ll aim to go a little longer and, if feels okay, perhaps a bit faster. But not fast. I’ve learned my lesson with this injury.