The Agony of De-Groin

I typically get my images by googling things like 'full moon' or 'Paul McCartney.' That didn't work for this post, which is about a groin injury. I thought about using a photo of a sexy nurse, but figured that would get me in trouble if anyone actually started to read this blog (more on that later).

So, I found a man in traction. A groin injury is not quite that bad, but until it heals I'm down for the count. Well, at least I'm not running for a few days.

How on earth did I get a groin injury?!? I know, the presumption is that my groin is overused. It's not. It's adequately used, but not overused.

I guess it was from too much running, too soon. I've been pretty good about increasing my mileage slowly. My long runs are never more than 10% longer than the previous one. My total weekly mileage is about 30, which is more than 98% of Americans (and 3% of Kenyans) run, but not excessive.

I'm 46, so these things happen. I'm not as flexible as I used to be, and I used to be pretty inflexible. Perhaps yoga will be in my future, but the last time I tried yoga I elicited a mix of sympathy and embarrassment. I've had my share of hamstring and calf injuries, even in my 20s. Perhaps the injuries just move up the body as you age, eventually reaching the head.

I'm going to lie low for a few days, ice the groin (shrinkage!), and take plenty of Advil. If that doesn't do the trick I'll go to a doctor who is highly recommended, and hope I don't embarrass myself when he does a groinal massage, whatever that is.

By the way, I had the first visitor to this blog a couple of days ago. Whoever you are, thank you! One of my goals with this blog is to test the theory that one can write a blog and absolutely noone will know about it if you don't actively promote it. Apparently that is not quite true. I'm writing this blog only as a way to capture my thoughts as I try to run one more marathon (well, actually two). If I ever go on a shooting rampage at my employers this blog undoubtedly will become well known. Well, since I'm self employed and the only employee of my company, a workplace shooting rampage is probably not in the cards.

Now, I'll need to change my counter text. I started the counter on 1985, and wrote 'noone ever left alive in...' as an homage to Paul McCartney, who was the subject of that evening's blog. Now I'll need to come up with something that goes with 1986. Perhaps I'll come up with something while I'm not jogging, or maybe I'll wait until the counter hits 1999.