TMI warning: This post could have more than you want to know about my run last night and the resulting … issues. So, if you can imagine yourself grossed out by any negative physical effects of running, stop reading now.

I could just gloss over the ugly, but this is blog is meant to deal with all aspects of my attempts to get and stay fit, and if I pretend it’s all pretty and rosy, I think I’m doing a disservice to anyone still reading.
So on to the run…
I headed out last night for my “long run” for the week, which at this point in time means a 6-mile trot around the neighborhood. It started with a big ol’ glass of water with a couple scoops of N.O. Xplode – a blend of creatine, caffeine, nitric oxide and other goodies that I take before workouts to increase my muscle growth and endurance. Sounds like ‘roids, I assure you it’s not!
But with the N.O. going and with the previous days’ schedule of short and medium runs leading up to last night, I started the run feeling like a million bucks. I passed the 2-mile marker and was feeling twice as energized as when I started the run, so I mentally committed to 8 miles rather than 6. I knew I had it in me, I felt like I could run all night if my body would hold up!
Somewhere between miles 2 and 3 is where the TMI comes into play… my thighs started chafing. And chafing is pretty much exactly like a blister, where once that heat starts, it’s gotta be fixed or it’s just going to get worse and worse exponentially.
So I hiked up my shorts as high as I could to try to get fabric between my thighs as much as possible, but the shorts were sweaty already and I couldn’t decide what was worse — having a bunch of wet fabric up there or just red-hot skin-on-skin action…
I decided to pretend it wasn’t happening. To not correct. To press on as if my thighs were still feeling silky smooth and dry.
The reality was it felt like I was carrying a glowing charcoal briquette about 2 inches below a very important neighorhood. And it was getting worse. My options were to stop and try to take care of it at my house and continue running, but I knew I didn’t have anything (except now I remember my hiking moleskin, d’oh!) to fix it, or I could just quit running.
But screw BOTH of those options! Aside from the napalm fire between my legs, this run was feeling like the best one I’d had yet. I’d rather walk like I rode an elephant to work for the next few days than give up on the burst of energy I was feeling.
So on I ran. I began a bit of meditation and turned on some metal (Protest The Hero) to take my mind off my crotch. And ladies, you’re right, a man taking his mind of his crotch is a miracle that could be likened to Moses parting the Red Sea.
It worked! Even as the fire grew hotter, I stripped it of it’s mental priority and began to think of other things.
This is all going on as I’m having a parallel thought of amazement that I’m still running, and running hard. I was truckin’!
I got to mile 6, where I had originally planned on stopping, and rounded the corner with what felt like another 6 miles in me. But then a weird feeling hit my right knee.
Not pain. It was more like a slight lack of mobility, like muscles I didn’t know were there were trying to gently slow it down. Like something was trying to tighten up.
So I stopped 2 blocks into the 7th mile and did some stretching. Again, the knee didn’t hurt, but I don’t know enough about running — or my joints — to know how an onset of a major problem unfolds.
I decided to press on having stretched, but the looseness from the stretch only lasted about a half block, then the swelling feeling came back.
DAMN.
I was really feeling this run, too! But there is no way I’m going to jeopardize any future runs or exercise just to try to set a new personal best. I didn’t know what was happening, and again I stress it was not painful, but I decided to walk home.
Got into the house, figuring my knee must be swelling like a grapefruit by now, sat down and compared my knees — no difference. No redness. No puffiness. No pain.
C0uld it have been mental? Or maybe just a reaction to a possible subconscious correction to my step due to my hunka-hunka burnin’ crotch?
I don’t know, and I’ve got emails out to a couple good minds to see.
That’s one thing I’ll stress again, too… I am learning here, and when it comes to physical ailments and things of that nature, I can’t pretend to know what the hell I’m talking about. I can motivate myself and others, I can share my workouts, but my knowledge is totally nonexistent regarding exercise physiology and injury.
So anyway… waiting to hear from the experts, but until then, I’m taking tonight off, and then getting back on a short-to-medium running program til next Monday. Then maybe I’ll try for 8 again and see if my knee is up to it!
Oh, and I’ll grab some Gold Bond powder too…
TRAU
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