Don't Let Me Down

I'm 45. Not 75.

For the record, 45 is not old. In my mind world, 45 is still damn young. Trust me, you'll think so, too when you get there. Unless you are already there, or farther, and then you know.

I work out - I lift weights, I squat and I push up. I run, I bike, I elliptical.

First it was a little pop in my forefoot. That led to plantar fasciitis. That led to runner's knee. That lead to a couple of months of treatment and physical therapy.

Then there was tendonitis in an elbow. Then I strained a ligament between my collar bone and shoulder. Which led to months of altered exercise to allow them to heal.

All along there was my SI joint (it's the joint where spine meets pelvis). I work my ass of to stabilize that joint. No, really, my ass. Tons and tons of ass glute exercises, along with core and low back and the rest of my body.

Then there was my hip. It started hurting while I was out on a run back in November. No rhyme or reason. Just pain. I saw a doctor and she thought it might actually be a pinched nerve in my back. Even though she took x-rays and told me all my spine spacing looked good. I should have run straight to another doctor then, but instead I got some chiropractic care and a little bit of soft tissue work. But it kept coming back. I worked around it, avoiding running and walking which made it worse, but it wouldn't go away.

Finally I got in with the specialist I wanted to see. One visit and he suggested what I probably already suspected. I had an MRI yesterday. Results will be back in a couple of days. Let's hope we're both wrong. Until then, I'm not guessing out loud.

And THEN, I sat funny (not humorous funny, but wrong and twisted funny) in a car for two hours last week. The next morning my low back went into spasm. The damn thing still hurts. Which made laying perfectly still for 45 minutes for an MRI not fun at all.

Wah, wah, wah, whine, whine, whine. 

My POINT, because I do really have a point, is that I feel like my body is not living up to it's end of the deal. I feed it well, I exercise it and keep it strong. I give it organics inside and out, instead of nasty chemicals. I occasionally treat it with some chocolate or red wine. WHAT?!

Dear Body,

Please don't let me down. Please live up to your end of the deal. We have a lot of years left together, darlin'. Let's not spend it tormenting each other, mmmm-kay?

Love, 
***Ally


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