Starting at about mile 7 . . . “Hi, I’m your Iliotibial Band, remember me? We met a couple weeks ago, but you didn’t know my name then.”
Mile 8.5 . . . a little louder, “So, yeah, we’re going to get to know each other really well. You can call me I.T. band for short.”
Mile 10 . . . louder than all my other thoughts, “Every little step you take, here I am. Hello! Hello! Hi there! I.T. Band here.”
Miles 9 – 12 yesterday were pretty much all focused on pain management. I’m thinking that resting and lots of stretching for the next couple weeks, plus a dose of ibu on the day of and I’ll make it through the marathon. Oh, I’ll make through no matter what. The only question is just how badly it’ll hurt. It’s a good sign that I didn’t feel any pain at all for the first 7 miles yesterday.
Coach sent me a whole set of stretches to make the damn thing shut up. It’s really interesting how today after doing a couple stretches, I can take a few steps without any pain. But on the fourth step, there’s a quiet, “Hi!”