The Goofy Path: Sunday, Sunday

Wow, I'm a crappy running blogger. I gotta try harder. But blogging has been like my running lately. Spotty, sporadic. No, I take that back. I've been consistent. At least in getting up 4 mornings a week at 5am to run. Getting out there. Running. But my running has been pretty poor quality.

I blame Dary. Or, really, I blame his hips.

Dary had a groin injury, or so he thought. So we took it easy. And it didn't help. Then he took some serious time off. No running at all. And that didn't help. And as our countdown continued, I got antsy and insisted that he go to a doctor, and not a GP, but a specialist. And he did; one that seemed to have the "if it hurts when you do "that" then don't do "that"" approach. That just pissed "me" off. So I told him to go to a chiropractor; after a month of feel-good cracking his chiropractor finally had the first good idea of any of the doctors: he needs an MRI. Well, to get an MRI he had to go to an orthopedic; so he looked at our provider list (what a great way to find a doctor, huh?) and happened to luck upon an orthopedic that specializes in hips. This doctor took one look at the X-Ray he's been toting around town and spotted the problem in an instant. Irritated cartilege in his hips. It's there, but you cannot see it unless you know where to look. Two other doctors DID NOT know where to look.

There's a treatment; it involves an MRI, ink and something else (I think a steriod) injected into his hips during the MRI. We are waiting for insurance to approve all of this (which I hope happens quick, because Dary's pain has become an all day, every day occurence), and are told that this procedure pretty much fixes the problem "instantly" which, I've learned, is doctor speak for "a couple of weeks at best."

So off we go now, for 8 miles (scratch that; we ended up going 9.88 miles), our "short" long run (next week is 11, we must plow ahead toward 20). Talk about a goofy path...