The one word that a pilot, teenager, and runner does not want to hear. "Grounded."
As I've been writing here, I had a tumble back in March in San Diego over a buckled section of sidewalk. Tumble sounds too gentle. I biffed it hard. It locked up my lower back, but I finished that Saturday run and went out again the next day to go long. It's hard to say if the hip was already weak from my accident last July, but the trip, tumble, and roll definitely triggered something "not right" in my right hip. The following Saturday wound up being my last long run before Boston and my hip was sore before I started the training run. The following four weeks up to the marathon itself, was a "back and forth" between short runs, aggravating the injury, and rest.
I tried to convince myself that the rest right before Boston would benefit me. I tried to convince myself that my hip didn't hurt, but it did. Two days before Boston, I had a three mile jog along the Charles River. It should have been an exuberant run, but the hip hurt and the energy was just not there. If you read my Boston Marathon race report, you know it was a challenge to say the least between the training setback, the hip, and the weather conditions.
Thinking that a couple weeks rest after Boston would take care of the hip wasn't happening. I haven't run since the marathon and finally decided I needed my orthopedic doc to have a closer look at it. Last week was the MRI on Monday, and consultation on Thursday.
You want the good news or the bad news?
Good news is no stress fracture. Bad news is I have my second torn labrum in eight months. I'd torn the labrum and separated my right shoulder (along with the four broken ribs and collapsed lung) in my crash last July. Further bad news is the Dr. said "no running." Good news? No surgery, but physical therapy which is the route I went with the shoulder.
I haven't dealt with this one very well. I think with the accident, I knew I had a long road to recovery, but I somehow put my head around the idea that it would take time.
I'm signed up for my first triathlon in early June. That's likely not happening. I start P.T. today. Yesterday was the hometown crowd favorite, Colfax Marathon. I didn't want to be around runners. Odd to type those words. I am trying to put a positive outlook on this, and I'm sure I'll get there, but I'm mentally down. I had worked so hard to get back to decent running shape and had a phenomenal confidence boosting twenty miler a few weeks before the hip thing popped up.
I try to keep this blog entertaining, upbeat, and sometimes funny. I'm not feeling any of those today.