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I think I'll rename this blog: ** Damage Your Hip And MORE**
My latest hip inspired adventure took me to Coolidge Corner Imaging for my latest MRI . I've been there for imaging  6,(count em') 6 times over the past 3 years.  How crazy it that? This time for an arthogram MRI where they stick a very very very very long needle into the joint space filled with dye to view the labrum and determine if the tear (we already know it's there from 2008's arthogram) is larger and to view other structures to determine my hobbling predicament.

The MRI report suggests that there is a small tear in the posterior part of the labrum with of a smaller tear in the anterior labrum.  


Hummmmm.. I only remember one being there back in 2008.  Nuts......


Next up, a visit with a hip surgeon who probably wants to hone his skill at yanking out my hip from the socket and cleaning up the torn cartilage and whatever else they do. We'll see about that.
For the meantime, I'm maintaining my bike fitness and doing some cyclocross. My hip doesn't really like hobbling over the barriers or running through the sand pits, but it's not enough discomfort to keep me from staying off  my new carbon Ridley cross bike . Charlie, if you are reading this I REALLY REALLY wanted a mean green Trakkers skin suit for cross but I guess I waited too long to wear you down with my TGP whining to actually get one.  

Here I am in the Pain Cave of SuckBrook Cross in Auburn NH.  After the 2rd of 4 loops, I was stepping not hopping and dragging my bike over the barriers . I suspect I'll be come fitter as the races come and not feel like I will implode due to lack of oxygen.  Yikes...

I'm way too chicken and slow to line up in the front

Dirty faced and beginning to uncoil. Someone get the girl a Ponds face cleansing cloth!

I won't lie. I look FRESH and happy while playing in the sand because it's only the first loop of 4!

Photo credits go to Rob Bauer of MinuteMan Road Club

It's always something.

 I haven't felt much like posting over the last 12 days nor have i read a single blog. Call me Trigirl hobbling pink hermit. My 2 race triathlon comeback is OVER. It feels like I didn't even get through the previews and I got firmly escorted out with a half a tub of  popcorn and my Diet Coke barely touched. WAIT A MINUTE!

No fair.

I played by the rules and I am MAD.  
Such is life.
They think a labral tear diagnosed in 2008 is the culprit that I opted out of getting repaired. Is this making me hobble?? We don't know..yet.  One day I was running and the sun was shinning. The next I was hobbling and looking for a gun. Suddenly, no warning. Game over...




Greetings from radiology! A place I'm  becoming all to familiar with. So familiar, my hospital attire feels normal. Sad but it's true. I can give you tips on how to wear your gown so nothing is hanging out from the front or the back!

                                                     
Here I am modeling the latest in hospital attire. Notice the lovely pattern this season. It's all the rage!

  Here's the big ol' needle syringe I got plenty of time to sit and stare at while I waited to be
poked with into my hip joint yesterday.

           Here's my hip  getting an injection under guided fluoroscope with cortisone to determine if the labral tear is my issue.  No pain, no hobbling post injection= labral tear acting up.

      Here's my awesome  team @ Mt. Auburn Hospital in Boston who made it quick and painless. Cheryl, Dr. Marianacci and Dr. Boyce.  :-)


Well, it's only been 24 hours and honestly, the verdict is out.  I still feel something. Time will tell I guess. In the mean time, cycling doesn't seem to bother it and I'm desperately clinging on to my well established bike fitness so perhaps I can go play with the cyclocross people since I keep getting kicked out of the triathlon club.