I Don't Like Mondays

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
M-R-I!
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot.
The whole day down.
(Sung to the the tune of Boomtown Rats, "I Don't Like Mondays.")

Monday, bah humbug. Two days away from "hump day," and five full calendar work days staring at me. Five days away from weekend running, or will it be? Nothing against Monday, but you're not as fun as Friday night, or Saturday. Yes, it's back to work, and on this particular day, I also have an MRI scheduled today.

That pain that started in California in my right hip a month out from the Boston Marathon has not gone away. The same hitch in my giddyup I had in the race itself. The same little nuisance that wiped out the last month of my training. It's not too bad, it only hurts when I run, after I run, and when I sit...especially those really comfortable airline seats I frequent. #FUBAR

Today is three weeks removed from the Boston Marathon, and I haven't run since the race. When rest didn't seem to dissipate the situation, I went in to see my "go to" ortho at Steadman Hawkins in Denver. Steadman Hawkins tends to the "world famous" athletes, but takes care of "regular Joes" like me too. The consultation last week lead to the MRI this afternoon, and results meeting Thursday this week. There are three possible things they might find; femoral acetabular impingment (FAI; which I've had before in my left hip,) torn labrum (similar injury I had to my shoulder in my accident,) and the worst of the three...rhymes with "breast tractor." I don't want to utter the actual words.

I have a positive outlook (or at least I try and tell myself that) on this. I have overcome a lot in the last year, and this too, I will figure out...but why did it have to be on Monday?

I would have got this post out sooner, but my internet was down...did I mention I don't like Mondays?