And... We're done
Friday, June 08, 2012
I had been having issues with the running. Suddenly, I couldn't do it. Like my last post, I thought it was because I had been stuck in my head. Then I decided to actually take a look at the data that was being collected from my app and realized that the reason that I was having issues was because I was running faster. Too fast for where I was. I decided to go back a few weeks and work on increasing my speed. That was going pretty well.
Then on May 26, I was going up a flight of stairs to the Group Power room and had a sharp pain run through and wrap around my knee. I shook it off, lowered my weights for my leg exercises and went on. I modified my squats and lunges and after Group Power I went to urgent care after the pain hit me again. They did an x-ray told me I had torn a ligament, told me to take ibuprofen, ice it and rest and resume exercising as long as it didn't hurt. Then a few days later, I had a message asking me to call urgent care back. I didn't think much of it and called back a few days after that. When I reached the receptionist, she put me on hold so she could find a nurse because she wasn't "authorized" to discuss the results. A few minutes later, she came back on and told me that they would have to call me back when there was provider available to "explain it to me." I immediately went into dread and paranoia stage. And rightfully so. A while later, the provider called me back with a diagnosis of osteochondritis dessicans. Basically, my cartilage and bone had broken of the ball of my femur. Hooray.
I made the appointment with an orthopedic surgeon and had that today. Long story short, my chances of running a 5K this year are 0%. As a matter of fact, I'm not allowed to run at all. For how long, I don't know. I have an MRI next week and a follow up appointment the week after that. When he was doing the evaluation I yelped in pain in a place that shouldn't have hurt given my injury. He thinks I might also have a torn meniscus. Needless to say, I'm heartbroken. I've come so far. Unintentionally at first, but I did it. And now I can't. And it sucks. And I can't do Group Power either.
I've been given permission at this point to swim and do a recumbent bike. I can also do weight training as long as I don't do lower body work. Hooray for small favors.
Right now I'm bitter. And Angry.
At this point I don't know if I'll need surgery. I don't know how long I'll be out of commission. I don't know much about anything. I just know I can't run. And I know it pisses me off.