I got the news today. I had my MRI last Thursday and the results are in. First off, I am not crazy or a hypochondriac. I do, in fact, have an injury. And it's not one, but TWO bulging disks in my back.
Yo, I told you I don't do things halfway - it's two disks or none at all - go hard or go home, right?
Per my doctor, "Well, the one that is causing the most problem seems to be flattening (reducing), but it's still fairly sizable, so I can't even imagine what it must have looked like nine weeks ago."
In addition, I have some degenerative cartilage between vertebrate that is causing my vertebrae to snack together and give me bone spurs.
Also per my doctor, "Your long running days are over."
Good-bye stand-alone marathon. It was nice knowing ya.
And you would think that this news would make me sad or angry, but you cannot even believe how relieved and ecstatic I am. I feel like a new person. I left his office and went to the gym, love handles and little belly all sticking out, and got my jelly ass on the Elliptical and ellipticalled myself into a sweaty stupor. And tomorrow its back in the pool. Gotta start somewhere.
There is something about knowing this finally, and about having the last six days almost pain-free that seems to be giving me new life. I feel almost manic right now.
So while I may not be able to race this season, or join in the stories of long rides and group runs, I feel somewhat "back" in the game. Hey, the Elliptical might not be all that fun, and it is inside, but I'll tell ya what, it sure gives me a lot of time to think about posts, and the people watching is beyond stellar. So I guess I'll have lots to say as I work my way back to Iron-form.
So thanks for dealing with me for the last nine weeks. As my doctor said, "It's nice that your not so crabby and disgruntled today." Hey, a good ten pounds around the waist and on the ass will do that to anyone. Cut me some slack.
Train on, y'all.