In actuality, I’m both relieved that I finally made a decision and a little bummed that I haven’t found “the miracle cure” for torn hip cartilage. Oh, I suppose the miracle cure would be to sit on my ass and do nothing, but that’s not going to happen. So there. After weighing every option more times than I want to recount, it ultimately came down to this: I want to be fit and active for many years. I don’t want to give up running or triathlons. Six to eight months of recovery is NOTHING in the scheme of things. Perhaps I’ll come back stronger. Perhaps I won’t. I’m now finally willing to take that chance and risk. Hell, I could be doing races by the Fall! I just know that the thought of running pain free again someday far outweighs the frustration of failed runs now. Plus, with every run, ride, and injection, I’m compromising the hip further. Best to get it scoped and repaired now to avoid possible arthritis and a full replacement later? That’s an easy decision. Of course, it’s also not a guarantee. And I know that…which is why this decision has been a long grueling one.
For the time being, I’m going to run, and bike, and swim, and yogi as much as my little tush will allow. And I’m going to count down the days to my new beginning.
All I can say to the ladies in my age group is “Watch your backs!” This bitch is going bionic.