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!
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!
poked with into my hip joint yesterday.
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.