There are still huge piles of toys still in their boxes and a half-eaten pan of baklava on the kitchen counter, but hopefully after today our house will look a little bit less like a disaster area.
Last Monday, I went to see a physical therapist (who turned out not to be a gigolo after all), and he gave me tons of good information on my stress fracture and nailed down the contributing factors. There are enough of them to warrant a full post on the subject tomorrow - so come back if you want to know how to give yourself a femoral stress fracture of your very own.
After testing my strength and flexibility, measuring my legs, and doing some adjustments, he had me hop on the treadmill to videotape my stride.
I ran for a few minutes as he taped different angles... it was weird. I couldn't relax and felt like I was swerving all over the treadmill because I was hyper-conscious that this guy was videotaping me from the waist down while I stumbled along in compression shorts. Even worse, I had to hike my shirt up over my butt so he could
Anyway, I had to come back on Wednesday as there's a different guy in the office who is better at gait analysis. We sat down in front of a big TV, and I got to watch my ass bounce up and down in HD at 1/10th normal speed. It was like watching a train wreck, I couldn't look away. He told me about a dozen things that were off - my knees come too close together when I run, I have too much upward motion, my knees are too straight when my foot hits the ground, my right hip is higher than my left... blah blah blah.
The fix? Nothing. It's like that Brian Regan joke where the eye doctor tells him he has one eye slightly higher than the other. "It doesn't affect your vision or anything, I just thought you'd want to be self conscious for the rest of your life."
Do yourself a favor and watch this clip (and it's totally clean! A first for my blog):
Yeah, he said my gait is good enough, but if I want, I can come in twice a week and run on a treadmill with a metronome while he charges me a million dollars an hour. As nice as that sounds, I think I'll pass.
Have you ever had a gait analysis?
Do you feel self-conscious when people watch you run?