I know I owe you guys an update on the soap opera that has become my knee injury – which I know you’ve just been SO excited to find out about, right? NOT – but if we’re gonna roll with that story, then I might as well regale you with the total excitement of the situation. You. In the back. Quit snoring. This is cool stuff.
Hang on anyway, because I’m going to need your input here.
Remember when The Man sent me for MRI #2? In case you’re hung over and not exactly comprehending stuff today, that’s what you see here. Cool stuff, right? I THINK SO. Anywho, no big surprise, I’ve got chondromalacia in this knee too. YEAH, NO KIDDING. *As a side note, the guy who was scanning me, (hehehe, no worries, hubs was standing right next to him while I was getting scanned), noticed that I have a hole in my shin bone (see arrow). While sadly, that isn’t the cause of all my troubles, I think it’s a neat little bit of useless trivia.
“I’ll take useless trivia for $800 Alex.”
“For $800. What would you find if you performed an MRI on Black Dog’s right knee?”
Where was I again? Oh yeah, The Man. So he calls me a few days after the scan, tells me about the chono, chrondo, WHATEVER it is I’ve got going on in there, and tells me he’s going to have me see his partner – from here on out known as The Man #2 – for a consult and possible – wait for it – “arthroscopic debridement.” Sounds pretty damn impressive, doesn’t it? I THINK SO.
So while I wait to go see The Man #2, I have a quandry on my hands. My personal voices of reason – Kellie, Nicole, Lisa, and Rae – have already weighed in and told me I was out of my mind to even THINK about running again. Hubs and I see it this way – how much more damage can I do getting a couple of runs in over the next couple of weeks, since not running at all since November hasn’t done squat to make things any better? Now, I’m not talking heading out for any 10 milers, just a couple of easy 2-3 mile jaunts. Such is my current conundrum.
This is where you come in. Do I keep on faking it on a bike, or do I dust off the Brooks and go back to my happy place, even if it is only temporarily? (We’re only talking until my next appointment in about a week, when we find out about possible surgery). I’m curious to see what you all think. And also see how fast I can actually go when I have to run away from my own personal Jiminy Crickets when they come screaming after me – right ladies?
Enjoy the ride.
Let me know where you weigh in on the debate – stick to the bike or hit the road? Do you think I’d be an idiot to satisfy my severely depleted mileage addiction? Let’s hear it!