I think all runners dread the possibility that they may one day get injured to the point where it's no longer prudent to run. Worse yet, I think people who have lost a lot of weight fear the day they can no longer do their primary and favorite form of exercise.
It's certainly been a mixed emotional bag for me.
When I first realized that running just made things worse, I got sad. I cried. I moped. I quietly contemplated how surely this meant I was going to regain lost weight, because when that appears in my thoughts, I turn into a drama queen. As I realized I was turning into a rampant emotional twit (and driving Eric a little crazy), I also realized that I was in control of how I reacted to the situation and things wouldn't go poorly if I didn't let them. I stepped back and realized that baby steps would get me back where I wanted to be
I set up another appointment to see the doctor (a different one this time), who gave me a real diagnosis of gluteal strain and gave me a prescription for PT.
I set up an appointment to see the PT my friend and Zumba instructor Elena recommended.
I pulled my mileage back to a very small number (2-4 miles a week).
I started focusing on lifting heavy, dancing to my heart's content at Zumba three times a week and keeping my step count averaging 11K daily.
I went to my first two PT sessions with an open mind and a willingness to understand and fix the problem.
I signed up for a beginner's Pilates mat class at the studio where I also take Zumba.
Slowly but surely, everything is working together and I'm content. I'm even starting to realize that I don't miss running quite so much as I thought I would. I'm finding that the results from lifting heavy and the joy I get from dancing are more than enough to fill the void created by the lack of running. I would even go so far as to say that this injury has been a good reminder that there's more to health and wellness than just running.