Friday, April 6, 2012

Wishful Thinking...New Thinking...

Deep down I knew it...I am injured.  I mean, I am one tough cookie but after that "little" run today and the "lotta" pain, I knew it was time to visit the doctor.

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.

 

4 comments:

Kim said...

Sorry Heather! My Dad is a marathoner. I can only imagine your disappointment because I know the hours and hours it takes to prep for race day.

BB said...

can't see any way around just rest...

BB said...

looks like you are in store for some rest...

Marsha said...

Ah Heather, I'm so sorry! I hope you heal quickly.