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MRI Reports are Weird

Well, I finally had my Arthrogram and MRI on Monday and oh boy did it suck. Obviously since I’m a Type A control freak, I had intensely Googled all the things that would be happening, but I was in no way prepared for just how much it would hurt to have a very long needle inserted into my hip-joint. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if they could have gotten in the right place the first time, but I was fortunate enough to have the needle removed, inserted again, and then pushed in a little deeper no less than 5 times. Funsies! Also, it occurred to me after the fact that while I was telling this story in the gym, passer-by listeners would think I was telling a very dirty story. Anyway…

I went back to the doctor yesterday for the results of my MRI, and as expected I have a “Small tear or fraying in the superior lip lateral portion of the Acetabular Labrum on the right side.”

Hey look! It's the inside of my body!

These are my hips

No one actually pointed the spot of the tear out to me on my MRI, because why would they do that, so this is my best guess in recognizing where the contrast fluid leaked through the joint, also with the assist of Google. I was pretty much expecting that so I wasn’t too surprised, and I get until June 24 to try to rehab this baby by myself. Luckily the hip and glute strengthening activities are ones I am very familiar with from my 3 month stint in physical therapy for my ITB Syndrome a few years ago. I also get some prescription strength anti-inflammatory meds, neat.

The best part of the MRI report though, is the other random observations they make, that no one explains to you, you’re just left to read and analyze on your own. For example: “The bladder is unremarkable, the uterus is anteflexed, there are follicular cysts on the ovaries.” Um… what? Naturally I sat in my car outside the doctor’s office looking all this garbage up, and it appears that they’re all relatively normal and common things, and I am not dying nor barren… so that’s cool.

It’s been a super fun week so far, and I’m finally recovering from the pain of being stabbed multiple times in the hip. I met my friend Kathryn for one of our weekly weights sessions yesterday, because hey I need to strengthen my butt and hips!

Workout ‘A’ 5/6/2014
Superset 1
Dumbbell Bench Press 20, 25, 30 x 10
Bent Over Barbell Row 55, 65, 75 x 10
Superset 2
Barbell Stiff Leg Deadlift 85, 95, 105 x 10
Close Grip Barbell Press 40(10), 50(10), 50(11)
Superset 3
Military Press 30, 35, 37 x 10
45 Degree Calf Press 290, 300, 310 x 10
Superset 4
Barbell Rear Lunge 60, 70, 80 x 10
Assisted Pull-up 70, 65, 55 x 10

Ended the workout with some ab stuff, and an extreme face plant on a mat. My butt was kicked yesterday. I guess I’m supposed to start trying the elliptical and bike to see if I can do that without pain, so maybe I’ll do that today. I dunno, I find it hard to believe that something that’s now been giving me problems for 2 months I’ll be able to rehab in 6 weeks, but we’ll see. Maybe I’m just not meant to be active, sigh.

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That Time I Sat and Cried on a Bike Path…

Oh… it was Monday, because thanks to the shitastic weather over the weekend I was trying to do my final long run before Cherry Blossom this weekend. Instead, I sat down and cried after 2 miles, before realizing I was 2 miles away from where I started and needed to get back there to go home. So I got up, and slogged my way back to the gym where my car was parked and pretty much admitted to myself that trying to run 10 miles this weekend might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. And I bought a house in Wisconsin once, so that’s saying something.

I don’t know what I did to my hip, but I do know the 6 miler last weekend, followed by 3 miles on Monday and 4 on Wednesday did not help the situation at all. I’m super bummed, and really cranky, and I HATE quitting things, but it hurts to walk and when I run I feel like I’m carrying a completely dead leg that I just get no response from. So… uh I think I’m out, and I’m probably taking a pretty long break from running. I can’t even pinpoint what the problem might be, because it just hurts everywhere. The hip flexor, the side, even in the side of my butt. Sigh. I think I’m even more pissed because I was having such a good training up until I tweaked something. Oh well, maybe we’ll try another race in the fall.

I don’t really have anything else to talk about, except super nerdy stuff like how excited I am to put together the bookcases my roommate and I ordered and to organize my shoes by heel height and color tonight. Picture something like this:

I might get out of town for the weekend to take my mind of the fact that I’m supposed to be running a race, but we’ll see. Ok enough whining, there are worse problems in life to have. At least it’s kind finally feeling like spring? Kind of?

 

xoxo

I Have None of the Confidence…

In my ability to finish this race in 12 days on anything but my hands and knees. I did a long run on Saturday, and told myself if I couldn’t do six then the race wasn’t happening. Well, I wanted to turn around after one, but I am nothing if not stubborn so I somehow hung in there for another five. It hurt, and it was hard, and I felt like crapola the entire time (and the next day), but I did six, so as of right now the race is still a go. I predict death somewhere around Hains Point, so look for me there when you haven’t heard from me in a while.

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I don’t know where those first three miles came from, probably part of the reason I wanted to keel over and die during the last one. Someone teach me how to control my pace? Thanks. My right IT Band is incredibly tight, because who doesn’t love old injuries that come back to play, but there’s no actual pain while running (I mean besides normal pain from pounding pavement for an hour) so I’m ignoring it for now and just stretching and foam rolling a lot. Guys, seriously though, am I going to die during this? Please tell me I’ll make it, haha.

After running, and then feeling depressing about my run, I pulled myself together for a night out with some of my favorite ladies. We hit up Cava in Clarendon for some wine and Tapas, which I annihilated because ya know, rungry. I was tempted to also hunt down a slice of pizza at the end of the night, but that probably had more to do with the 100 Bud Lights and Fireball than actual hunger. Unfortunately (fortunately for my waist line) the cab showed up before I could run away and buy a pizza.

pretties

We ended up at RiRa where there was a delightfully fun band playing, so we danced and drank, and then I spent all day Sunday on my couch in my sweatpants, because I felt I earned it. Come to think of it, the dancing is probably part of the reason why my legs and feet were extra sore Sunday. Oh and by dancing, I mean jumping around like an idiot.

xoxo

P.S. It’s snowing

P.P.S It’s March 25