It’s been eight weeks since my last run, the longest absence from the activity that has driven me since childhood. Running has balanced me, relieved my stress and kept me fit for fifty-nine years. Being immersed in sweat is a magical state I seek to sort out my life, and it’s hard living without.
I’ve been going to physical therapy, and getting deep body massage and chiropractic manipulation. Still an annoying pain in my groin and hip region persist. Sometimes it feels like the pain travels to my backside. Weirdest injury I’ve ever had.
I finally had an MRI last week. Contrary to what the orthopedic surgeon thought, I have no tear of any muscles. That’s the good news. But the imaging report indicates there is significant bone marrow edema, or swelling (I had to look up the word edema.) I go back to the ortho doc next week. In the mean time, I’ll walk, do my yoga and exercise, but still no running.
This damage to my body is insignificant compared to damage others suffer daily–physical, emotional and spiritual. Without going into excruciating details of my personal life, I have a close friend fighting the battle of his life with cancer–we’ve been buddies for more than forty years–and people close to me are suffering through terrible personal pain. Reality teaches perspective. A self-inflicted hip injury is insignificant.
They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I believe that. Share yourself with others–friends, family members, folks you meet on the street. It will make a difference in their lives, help them heal, and make you whole.