Sunday, July 13, 2014

I Got My Run Analyzed. Bring on the GLUTES OF GLORY!

If you know me at all, you know that I have a tendency to injure (click here) myself (and here) pretty (and here) often(and here).(here too)  Most recently, I started experiencing pain that would start in my left hip and then settle a little more, uh, posteriorly.

Running had quite literally become a pain in the butt. 

Over the last couple of years, TriGuy has brought up his running guy whenever I would whine about mention some ache or pain. I would half-heartedly mumble something along the lines of:

And then I would hobble on my merry way.

TriGuy tried to encourage me when I said how it conflicted with my work schedule, by stating the benefits of getting my run analyzed.

So, when my hip/butt pain became too much in the spring, I finally called.  I scheduled the full running analysis, which includes videotaping of walking and running, and an EMG to see which muscles are activated.  I was booked for an appointment 2 months away, but I knew it would be worth the wait.

On June 2nd, I got to see the running guru.  They call him:

                     Why, you ask?

                      There you have it.

We exchanged pleasantries and then got down to business.

FYI, if you want to get a running assessment done, you should know the following:

In order to get an accurate picture of what strange things you're doing with your body, you're required to hang out in nothing but shorts and a sports bra (over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder optional for men).

Once the taping was done, we sat down to watch the video while reviewing my history.

I had to regularly remind myself that I chose to watch myself run.

Yep.  I CHOSE to watch myself run.

I continued on with my history.


Bruk took a deep breath before deciding how to answer me.

 Quick.  Like ripping off a band-aid.

 He asked if I would be ok with going back to see him because he saw some potential areas to work on.  I apparently don't use my butt at all when I run (or ever), so Bruk let me know he was putting me on a special program.  It's called:

That was the moment I decided to tell him that I have a blog, and that would be a perfect title for a post about this experience.

But(t), I'll save that visit for the next post.


* I changed her name to Jen since I haven't asked her if I can blog about her.


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