Four and a half weeks ago I couldn’t bend over, extend my leg in front of me or sit for more than a few minutes without a deep pain in the butt. Four and a half weeks ago I got my first injection of platelet-rich plasma (PRP) to treat a chronic hamstring tendinopathy. I was desperate and eager, but also very skeptical. “You’re a perfect candidate for the treatment,” my doctor encouraged me. “We’ve had incredible success with cases just like yours.” I wanted so badly to believe him, but didn’t want to face the disappointment if it didn’t work. This was my last resort. I had tried every other treatment in the books – ART, physical therapy, massage, dry needling, you name it – none of it helped. So why would PRP? What would I do if it didn’t work?
Platelet-rich plasma: The nitty-gritty
I covered the procedure in detail previously, but to summarize, I received three injections into the injured hamstring, each spaced a week apart. The first was intensely painful, but each subsequent shot was noticeably more tolerable. Despite my doctor’s advice to avoid running completely, I continued running throughout the treatment and recovery, albeit at a slightly reduced mileage (I’ve been logging roughly 25-35 miles/week, compared to my typical 40-45 miles/week). At no point did I feel the running set me back, and if anything, I suspect the gentle activity may have helped stimulate healing.
So, did it work, you ask?
Fast forward to today, and I can confidently say I’ve experienced a medical miracle. I’m by no means 100%, but in just a month I’ve witnessed dramatic, objective improvement and continue to improve daily. For the first couple of weeks, I really wanted to feel an effect and at points convinced myself I felt something. In retrospect, these early notions were most certainly a placebo effect. However, right around two weeks – after my final treatment – the wishful thinking turned into an undeniable reality. Since then I’ve developed 1) increased range of motion, 2) remarkable strength, and 3) essentially no pain running. Even my ART and massage therapists were astounded at how different … healthier … my tissue felt. So I guess it’s really not just in my head?
Welcome back, Gumby!
I’ve always been flexible … almost too flexible for a runner. But that range of motion disappeared with my recent hamstring flare-up, and I haven’t been able to bend over without intense pain in seven months. Today, I can easily touch my toes (pain-free and without fear of ripping my hamstring!) and can almost do the splits, just like my typically Gumby-esque self.
Return of strength
The tearing in my hamstring left me not only tight and inflexible, but also weak. I’ve been unable to do simple exercises that engage the hamstring, like reverse planks and hamstring curls. Today, my bad leg is still weaker than my good, but I can hold a single-legged reverse plank without collapsing in pain. Now that‘s progress!
The last tidbit of evidence that I’m legitimately improving is the joyous absence of pain while running! Sure, I still feel tight. My stride occasionally shortens, especially with fatigue or during the last couple miles of a long run. But I no longer have to stop mid-run to jam my fist into my cramping butt. Perhaps the most wondrous perk of the this miraculous healing process has been regaining those blissful miles of meditative escape. Instead of cringing in anxious anticipation of when my hamstring will throw a tantrum, or of when my hip will lock up and my feet will refuse to turn over, I can once again float along, physically fluid and mentally free.