It's Confirmed: Hip Bursitis February 14, 2006
Posted by Amber D. Evans in : Reflections, Blacksburg VA , add a commentFinally gave in and saw the doc. I do have hip bursitis. I am quarantined to resting, with "appropriate amounts" of non-impact swimming (and spinning, that latter sport came with a Dr. Stern quip of, "Stay seated!") Of course, if things don't get better, or if this becomes a reoccurring joint problem, I get to have a cortisone shot to help with the inflamation.
WooWee! Drugs! (J/K!) Ehhhhh … Phooey-Phooey!
I feel I might as well be given concrete shoes. I haven't run in what feels like AGES, although it's really only been since last Thursday, although I don't think it counts. I also got a nasty headcold that same Thursday night as icing on this pity cake. Oh, then it snowed, and snowed, and snowed outside. Right now, I feel fat, lazy, dumpy, frumpy, confined, and shut-in! Aside from that, I'm doing all right. I'm certainly enjoying my whine with my cheese. 
Actually, things are kinda' tough right now. I don't like being sequestered, and I really don't like being told what I can and cannot do. I'm getting restless. I'm scared, too. I'm scared of being trapped with all this food in the house. Sounds stupid, I know, but there's really something dangerous about snow outside, busted hip inside, and ample food for the snacking that makes for long-time bad habits try to resurface. I have literally been considering buying the ice cream lock to help me think twice before digging in! Does someone make a pizza lock, as well? Ha, ha!
Actually, things aren't all that bad. The good news is that I can walk, and even dance (tested that with hubby on Saturday night). He and I went ballroom dancing in Christiansburg. It was something we learned and did while in college. We had a really GREAT time. I thought we'd have forgotten everything, but it actually was like riding a bike, only a bit more cooperative! YEA! Depending on how my hip is doing this evening, we might go to the Nightclub 2-Step lesson tonight. I have my fingers crossed! It's looking pretty good, though.
When I took the dog outside today to do his business, I found that I can even run a little bit (like 25 yards). However, 25 yards is not 13.1 miles, but whatever. I know that when I start up again, I'm supposed to run only on flat land, and only really slowly with lots of knee-bending to cushion as much as possible. A runner friend said I should consider more strength-training, especially for my core, abductors, and adductors in the meantime.
It's going to be 6 weeks of no running and then starting it all over from square one. Talk about total suckage. I made it to 12 miles, and now I'm down to 25 yards. Wow. At least I know I can make it to 12 miles. That was a feat in itself. I even felt good when I did it. I have to admit, I felt so proud of myself that day. I'll get there again. I can do it. Others have done so much more. Lance beat cancer. I have nothing to cry about.
It just might take me 12 months to get there, but dammit, I'll do it.
(I'm trying so hard to be upbeat.)