There are milestones in this life that makes each and every one of us feel the passage of time, the gravity of the age we have reached, and the cool creeping hand of the debt that we all must pay: Waking up to stiffness, uttering the phrase: “back in my day…”, the day your children grow taller than you, CHOOSING to eat your vegetables, your kids making adult decisions (or not), when your babies have babies, realizing that you own a t-shirt that this older than the lady who cuts what is left of your hair, etc. and so on…
I have been really feeling all of my 43 years lately, for various reasons, but mostly due to hip surgery. I have, to this point lived an X-Games sort of life: lots of road & trail running, cycling, skiing, snowboarding, rock-climbing, mountaineering, diving, kayaking, canoeing, parachuting, lifting, sailing, skateboarding, tumbling, boxing, surfing, and various other activities that have led to many broken bones, strains, ligament/tendon tears, and the like – I didn’t brag about being awesome at any of it , hence the myriad of injuries…
That abuse has caught up to me and I have had to have major hip surgery to repair both bone and soft tissue after trying intently to ignore mounting pain for a couple of years. The immediate prognosis after a mostly, but not completely successful surgery is three weeks down in bed, five weeks on crunches, six weeks in a RoboCop-esq hip brace/isolator, and six months before I will be allowed to return to “normal” activity.
My road running days are over – No more long slow distance days on the blacktop. I will be allowed the occasional trail run after 9 months or so. No more heavy packs hoisted on my back and carried into the wilderness (30# is OK), and no multi-day/multi-summit peak-bagging. I can cycle again, but downhill mountain biking and cyclocross are not suggested. I have had and will continue to have arthritis in that hip and I am guaranteed another 10-20 years of use, depending on how well I behave and listen to my Dr., before I will need a full hip replacement. Unawesome.
I start physical therapy in earnest next week and I will do exactly what I am told. I will have spent the remainder of this year slimming down some, working in and on my shop, taking lots of walks when I am cleared to do so, and then figure out when to spend my time activity wise. Right now, I am leaning toward kayaking, crag climbing, a little skate boarding (longboard – no vert), canoeing, easy snowboarding, camping, light hiking, and some road biking. Today though, I and just hobbling along inside the house (can’t drive yet) actually looking forward to going back to work next week.
That really sucks. Hope you feel better soon, but seems like a pretty shitty time ahead. Sounds like you’re holding up OK, but I guess that’s you not being a whiner,
You know, you have evey right to be fed up, right?!
Also sounds like the exact thing I’m afraid of. I’ve had a diagnosis about 15 years ago saying I was born with hip dysplasia and will need a hip displacement at some point. I didn’t have major problems the last years, but now some strange kind of occasional instability in my right leg. Feels very weak for a split second and pain shoots down my leg. Hope it will go away, if it doesn’t I’ll have to address it, but will do that after we’re back from Scotland.
Keep your fingers crossed for me, I will do so for you.
Hugs to you and your lovely other half, sending you healing light. Also to cutie pie B., hope he will be OK, give him an extra cuddle from me.
K.