Just another item to add to the list…

I just had to add another thing to the list of things I never thought I’d be doing. The original list included things like:

  • I never thought I’d get married. Me as the center of attention in a fancy white dress just did not (and really still does not) jive with me.
  • I never thought I’d have a child.
  • I definitely never thought I’d deliver a child – even after I thought a kid wouldn’t be too terrible, I was pretty sure I’d adopt some nice little (already potty trained) girl from China or Peru or something.
  • I never thought I’d be any kind of athlete. A few seasons as first string Benchwarmer for the Chestnut Ridge JHS Cougars/Spring Valley HS Tigers was the extent of my sports involvement.

And now the newest item:

  • I never thought I’d fall victim to a sports-related injury that is common to runners

I never thought of myself as a runner. I’m an OCR junkie, sure. But a runner? No freaking way. I hate running. Running is just a way to get from one obstacle to the next. If they’d let me drive from the sandbag carry to the log jump, I totally would.

Runners are those psycho people who wake up at 3am to go for a 5-mile jog before breakfast.  They wear short shorts and windbreakers. Their race bibs stay clean and can be neatly arranged on cute little display.We’ve all seen this picture floating on Facebook or Pinterest:

and some people might think, yep that is how I feel. I don’t. What I feel like when I run and What I’m pretty sure I actually look like are one in the same. It’s just not me. I am not a runner.

So when I went to the orthopedist and described my symptoms and he instantly said, “You’re a runner aren’t you?” I was flabbergasted. He might as well have asked if I had visited Europa recently.

If you look really closely you can see me waving next to that chunk of methane ice. No? Damn orbiters take such crappy vacation photos.

Sure I run a few laps on the gym’s track and as much as I can on the OCR course, but that’s it. If I break a 12 minute mile I’m happy as a clam. Real runners that I know would probably cry if it took them 38 minutes to do a 5k, which was my time for my road race before the doctor put me on the disabled list.

But whether or not I feel like I am obstacle course racer, interstellar traveler, lion tamer, or runner, I sit here waiting for MRI results to check for a stress fracture of my hip – a common runners’ injury. If left unchecked, the bone could break with my next mile or jump. Hold up a second, my phone is ringing…

That was my doctor! I do not have a fracture!!! <insert happy dance here!> I’ve got fluid around my hip though so I probably just really pissed off a tendon. I can get back to normal training but I have to cut my distance in half and ease back up. I still have pain and a popping in my hip but we’ll see what happens…

I guess I’ll just have to put on my big girl panties and shorty shorts and accept that I am an athlete. And possibly a runner.