I Will Never Run Again
I love to run. You know that from my many, many, many running selfies from commutes, communities, cities, and countries, around the world. I love to run to work too. In fact, I ran to work for 20 years. Yes, that sentence is now past-tense, regardless of the novel coronavirus. Here’s the story why.
Back in mid-September 2019, my right hip started hurting after I ran. Being the tough man that I am, I decided I would run through the pain. Right. By mid-October, I couldn’t stand after I ran, nor could I sleep at night, the pain was too great and too lasting.
I figured that I’d just pulled a muscle and if I didn’t run for a while, my leg would heal. Like so many other injuries, if I just gave it time, I could be back running in a month or two. By February, I still could not run and I knew something serious was still wrong.
Then COVID-19 hit and I wasn’t able to see an orthopedic doctor until June. He was quick to say I needed a CAT scan of my lower body. Not an MRI like my knee, but computerized axial tomography to see the structures inside my hip area. As you can see in the photo above, my bone mass is not normal.
That little white arrow is pointing to a bone spur that’s growing up from the inside front of my right hip bone, and matched through cartridge, with a mirror bone spur on my sacroiliac joints. Whenever I run, or do any high-impact activity, the two bones compress the cartridge and tissues around it, causing excruciating pain.
Apparently, because of its location, its inoperable, so I have to wait till the bone spur fuses before I can run again. “When will it fuse?”, I asked the doctor. He just shrugged. Maybe in six months, maybe in six years, maybe never. Hence, I will never run again.