So… about that hip

Welp, I went to the doctor on Tuesday afternoon, and it went a little bit worse than I was expecting. I honestly thought that maybe I had a stress fracture in the neck of the hip or something, which whatever rest and it gets better, but nope. My X-Rays showed that I actually have something called Femoralacetubular Impingement, which is a deformity of the hips. In my case the ball of my hip joint doesn’t curve inward, where it should, instead curves out so it causes abnormal rubbing on the socket joint. I wish I had asked to take a picture of my X-Ray (I will when I go back) because I apparently have really long hip necks, whatever that means.

 

Apparently a lot of the time this type of thing doesn’t really cause a lot of problems, ya know unless you’re doing something with the same repeated motion over and over and over. Like long distance running. In that case, the ball not fitting in the socket correctly causes rubbing against the Labrum, until it tears, and that’s when people start experiencing pain. At this point, my heart kind of sank, because I know exactly the treatment process for a torn Labrum since my friend, Jen, went through it a year or so ago. Arthroscopic surgery, with 6-12 weeks recovery time.

Granted I still need to have my MRI, complete with Arthrogram, to confirm that I actually have a torn Labrum, but with the hip deformity, my lack of range of motion, and area of pain my doctor seemed pretty confident. I also have the added bonus of probably need my hip shaved down, so that it wouldn’t happen again. Needless to say, I’m pretty bummed. I cried a little about it on Tuesday night, drank a lot of about it, and am trying not to completely freak out until MRI results come back. Because of the procedure I need, the first available MRI appointment wasn’t until May 5. So there’s lots of time for me to freak out and stress out until then.

I guess a disgusting, antibiotic resistant,, bacterial infection of the leg wasn’t enough of an injury this year. At least I already have crutches for the 5 weeks post-surgery I would need them for. Womp, freakin, womp.

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.

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