Howdy y’all – it’s been a while but I’ve been busy wrapping up my year so I could get a total hip replacement earlier this week.  It’s tough.  Everybody was telling me I’d be walking out of the hospital but nope.  Nope nope nope.  But admittedly, the worst of what I’m experiencing right now are side effects from painkillers.  Once that haze is gone, then I can concentrate on walking again.  I’ll write more when my head clears.  So Happy New Year and belated Merry Christmas!

Hmmmmm.

Xanga transitioned my blog to WordPress even though I didn’t pay for that whole membership thing.  I forgot I was premium for life – a big Xanga mistake business wise in my opinion.  On average for me it cost less than a dollar a month.  Way less.  Anyway, not sure if being premium for life made a difference in the transition or not.

So if I can figure out if I can combine these two blogs together . . . eh, screw it.  I’ll just have it as a separate identity and hopefully those who survived the move are easy to find.

 

The small procedure for my hip for bursitis never happened because it turns out the pain was generated from having ZERO cartilage there. The doc had a slideshow up on his computer of my x-rays from August 2012-December 2012-May 2013-today up and it was like a short cartoon of disappearing space between my hip bone and thigh bone. There’s practically nothing there.

I’ve been told to make my peace with running. And I’m so sad.

But the sadness is a bit overwhelmed at the cost and time of a full hip replacement. I’ve been told to delay this procedure as long as possible because although the implants have improved, I’ll outlive them and will have to go through the expense of replacing the replacements maybe once or or even twice over my expected life.

ARRRRRGHHHH.

On top of that, my wonderful boyfriend has decided to pick a fight with me over taking up running in the first place. I became emotionally stronger because of running. I saw sights and experienced joys and sadness not found elsewhere. I reached what felt like physically impossible goals. I got yelled at by a drill sergeant when all I wanted to do was stop at 26.0 miles because of the pain. I’m a more rounded person because of running. And I miss it terribly.

I regret not a single step.

The Kid hit the halfway point at 6:13 – apparently still looking fresh on what’s becoming a hot day. He did a very respectable 1:38 for the swim and considering he skipped out on every 4000 yd or meter workout because he was out too late and just started swimming in the last year, he was very happy. He was expecting 1:50 or later.

I swam a workout yesterday that I saw on another injured runner’s website here and I hit one of the printed goal times at the very beginning. The rest was way, way, way, way too fast so I went at my own pace. My swimming mp3 player died the other day after 2 years of faithful service so it was a lot of being in my own head. Long live the waterproof iPod Shuffle. I started swimming again after a hot weather Chicago Marathon DNF. Full body cramps, puking, just bad stuff. I scaled back for a while but in the last 18 months, I’ve been swimming at least once or twice a week. In the last 8 months, 3-6 times a week. So hell yeah, I better be getting my 2.4 mi time down. Fantasy goal is to one day break 60 min but I’ll be happy with consistently being under 1:10.

On a side note, just don’t ever DNF Chicago. They drop you off at a tent with huge letters on a huge sign that says “RUNNER DROPOUTS” and all you can do is cry. Just go straight to your hotel if you can get a taxi or train. Do whatever you can to never see that sign.