Okay, so I am injured. I haven’t done anything in a week, and I ate a steady diet of crap and doughnuts over Thanksgiving. Instead of being thankful for healthy workouts and good-for-me food, I was thanking God for ice cream and vino. Ugh. Not what I wanted, and I feel like absolute garbage heading back into the work week.
However, last Monday I made it through five minutes of Ironwoman S’s spin class and then I did the unthinkable – dismounted the bike, rolled it to the corner and just left class.
Boo.
A spin friend cornered me after class, demanding to know why I bailed (love the dedication!) I explained to her my hip was killing me…to the point of suffering the horrific embarassment of leaving class. She pointed out two things: 1) that I better get my hip looked at before it became a chronic condition; and 2) Ironman G would have humiliated me in front of everyone if I left his class, so I for sure better head to the doc. Oh, and she mentioned that she happens to work at an orthopaedic surgeon’s office and she could work me in same day for an appointment.
A dozen x-rays later, the doc (who is awesome) scheduled me for an MRI for this coming Wednesday. From the x-rays, he noted that I have an “irregular shaped hip socket”, a “likely stress fracture,” and a tilted pelvis. Triple ugh. So MRI it is. I should know where I stand (or will be sitting) in the next week.
So that was last Monday. And for one week, I have been moping and have thrown in the proverbial towel. My marathon running friend, who is also on the DL, told me that she tends to feel worse with a diagnosis bouncing around in her head. That’s how I feel.
But I am hurting, and I am seeking help. And I am blue, blue, blue about it. I told the Expert that he might as well tie me to a giant bed, force feed me crappy, high caloric food, and call in the wrecker to tear down a wall so they can haul my 1,000 pound butt out of the house when I die.
That’s a terrible attitude. And a terrible attitude that only Whole Foods can fix.
So that’s where I went today. To pay homage to Whole Foods and turn over my whole wallet. But I do feel better. And turning back over my vegan leaf feels good too.
I’m going to start with a better attitude, a better diet and hopefully, the doc can fix my hip. I am still going to register for St. Anthony’s, I think. I am not willing to give up yet. And I will be grateful for what I can do, instead of focusing on possible limitations.