Change of Pace

So I was reading the NYRRC's magazine and I stumbled across what looks like the obvious explanation for my injury problems last fall: Piriformis Syndrome. What did I tell the doctor?? Sharp lower back pain extending into the back of my leg and and aching deep inside my right butt muscle. But really difficult to isolate exactly where the pain was. Activity leading up to the pain was lots of hill running. Oh, and one of my legs is just slightly longer than the other one and I have a history of sciatica pain.
TEXTBOOK DESCRIPTION OF PIRIFOMIS SYNDROME, it's even sometimes called "deep buttock syndrome"...yet no one even suggested the diagnosis. All anyone would tell me is 'stop running' and 'you shouldn't do the marathon'. And now I'm reading that all I needed to do was take a week or two off, pop some Advil, add some specific stretches to my routine and lay off on the hills. I was in SUCH good shape last year. What a fucking waste.

And I can't help but think that this might be related to my current injury issues as well. After all, I do have that same shooting pain down the back of my right leg. I wish I could ask W's mom about it, but I guess that ship has sailed. She actually even used the same massage move on me as one of the piriformis websites recommends as treatment:

No use crying over spilt milk though. I just feel so frustrated in every area of my life lately, that this just feels like one more thing to feel defeated by. I know this can't last forever, but I just feel so empty. I wonder if it would be easier if I believed in God. Don't those people always say, Let Go and Let God...but that just feels like a cop out to me. Like saying, whenever things get to be too much to cope with, there's always this imaginary parent figure who will make everything okay. Must be nice to believe in that fantasy though.