After I was relieved the doctor DID NOT examine my crack, he did suggest I get an xray. I figured I should rule out a crack in my crack so at least I knew what I was up against with running 26.2 miles. Was I simply bruised or was I broken?! Marathoners know that even if you don't have an injury, running a marathon hurts...bad.
The doctor called me so quickly after my appointment at the hospital, I knew it wasn't good news.
I have a non-displaced break in my sacrum. A broken sacrum is when there is a fracture in the sacrum which is a large, triangular bone at the base of the spine and at the upper and back part of the pelvic cavity, where it is inserted like a wedge between the two hip bones. Its upper part connects with the last lumbar vertebra, and bottom part with the coccyx (tailbone). The good news, it is non-displaced meaning there are no bone parts that will affect nerves, etc. Bad news, it is part of my spine and more than a hair line fracture...much more dangerous when one wants to go and run a marathon.
He is sending me to an orthopedic doctor next week to rule out or rule in the marathon idea. But in reality, there is no way I could run with this kind of pain. So unless, a miracle happens, I am thinking this Boston is a Bye-Bye.
But now I must deal with the pain of months of training, slowly making its way down the drain. I spent so many hours running my heart out in wind, cold, heat, and rain. And with a body ready to rock a marathon, I am sadly left with the possibility of not being able to run the race.
Forced to quit before I even begin...
Like my cancer survivor friends, who were each dealt their own blow with stopping "life" while "life" went on ahead, I feel sad, mad, and okay with it all.
I cheer them. I cheer me.
Ever grateful I didn't permanently injure my back, in life, Everything Happens. It just does. And what you decide to do next is what really matters.