A few months ago (ok really it was the spring of 2017), I took a bad fall snow boarding and shortly after I noticed my left hip starting to say - hey! I'm not feeling well. I would take break from kickboxing for a couple of days, and wha la it felt better. I'd continue to work out and it would bother me again. Take a couple days off, and ta ta! Doesn't bother me anymore. Do you see the cycle? It's vicious I know.
I am a very active person. I did kickboxing at 6am almost every morning, I played play volleyball on Tuesday nights and I was doing a spin class or two on the weekends. I loved these activities, they kept me sane, they allowed me to become stronger and I got to meet people I wouldn't have normally met in my small circle.
During the same months of all of these activities, I would notice every now and again my hip would "click" while I was walking throughout the day. I didn't think anything of it - I worked out too hard or I'm getting old were my answers.
Sadly, my circle got smaller because of this. I made a decision to pretty much isolate myself to deal with my body and it's issues. I slept a lot and kept my distance. I was exhausted just from day to day life. It was a hard decision to make, but thought it was better for everyone to keep it private.
The summer turned into fall and the same things were happening. My hip was sore and I was clicking more often. I would walk down the hallway at work and say to my co-workers "hear that clicking? it's my hip, cool heh!" So I took a break from working out. Just a couple of weeks. TA DA! My hip was better!
Over Thanksgiving I traveled to Costa Rica to trek through the Rain Forest. It was amazing! What a great time. But ... there were a few things on the trip that made me think about my hip before I did it. Getting in and out of canoes, climbing trees and trekking through the Rain Forest in general.
Winter hit the Boston area, getting us ready for Christmas. My daughter (the athletic trainer) comes home and I tell her what's happening with my hip. Her immediate response "mom, you tore your labrum".
I'm thinking in my head, ok smarty pants, what the heck is a labrum and how do I fix it? I'll check the Google later.
Instead I said, "that sounds really bad."
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