It has now been 22 days since I hurt my hip. I have iced, I have heated, I have foam
rolled, I have pill-popped, I have walked, I swam laps, I have rested, I have
yoga-d. I have been massaged, cracked,
lasered and will soon have physio. I
have very little patience left. In other
words, I have not yet recovered from what we originally thought was bursitis,
but what now appears to be a medical mystery.
I also regretfully acknowledge that it is unlikely that I will run
or walk the Bluenose 10k on May 20. I was given the go-ahead to attempt a run on
Saturday; never in my life would I have expected to anticipate a run with such
glee. And instead of my usual “cursing
out the run”, I cursed out my “tragically hip”.
(Tragically hip is the latest in a string of names that my husband uses
to refer to me or my wide array of weird health issues.) So,
to say that the run was unsuccessful would be an understatement. I started off sore and ended up far worse, to
the point that I could no longer run, and barely walk to make it home. And the total distance? A whopping two kilometres. My chiropractor suggested I rest this week,
including no yoga. I thought that yoga
was resting! I am going crazy here. I negotiated with her and won the pleasure of
riding the recumbent bike at the gym along with upper body weights. Not the most exciting of prizes, but I will
take it.
I realize that many runners face injuries, so, maybe this is just part
of my path in learning how to run, however, I must say that I am pretty peeved
about this whole affair. I was not yet
at the point where I enjoyed running,
but, I was certainly noticing some progress, and that is pretty close to
enjoyment. I am extremely frustrated, however, I am trying to find some positives. Running has actually been
very rewarding thus far – I have slowly gained more control over my IBS. It has been a long time since I mad-dashed to
my apartment, or sounded like a band of trumpets while running down the
street. Running has introduced me to new
communities both on and off-line and has helped me to bond with people in a way
I did not expect. It also fell upon my
various running partners to get to know me in ways they never anticipated. Few people can expect to “talk shit” quite
literally with their running partner; they now have that claim to fame. I have had responses from surprising corners
regarding the blog and IBS in general.
It is very rewarding to hear that people can empathize with the
situations that I encounter and that they are willing to connect with me to
share their perspective. Thanks to those
who have been reading and thank you for connecting with me throughout this
process.
I suppose the blog will have to focus a little less on the running part
and more on the runs – much to your chagrin.
I will update you on the progress of my tragically hip; however, stay
tuned as I begin to share some of my greatest moments as a girl with IBS. Hopefully they will make you laugh; I can
safely say they likely made me cry. This
is where you will really get to know about the glamorous life of
poop-zilla. So, get ready, because you
will hear about my late arrival to my wedding, my close-call on my honeymoon
while in Antibes, my very first camping trip, and of course, the Mexican hat
incident of 2011.
