The doc tells me that I sprained my hip.
That just sounds weird to me. I know the hip is a joint (or two) and all. But for some reason that sounds funny. Sort of like saying that I sprained my skull. Which I think I have done.
But weird or not, its a 2nd degree sprain. I don't even know how many degrees there are in spraindom, so I have no idea what that means. But I don't like the sound of it one bit.
So now I gotta do stretches and get lots of massages (yummy). And I'm not supposed to walk. Oops.
I also really need to take oV's spycam into the doc's office with me next time. That way I can do an xbunnyish post of the goofy gym shorts they make me wear. I kind of like the shorts actually. I may have to find a way to ummm accidentally wear them out.
And all this laughing at myself is my way of coping with not being able to race Cat's Hill. I finally got brave enough to want to do this race....and I really wanted to do it. Once I make up my mind about something, I'm good to go and gung ho.
But now I am just gung hobble.
I tell you what though. Watching Sarah come back and do the race that she couldn't finish a year ago...that was nice. She's such a fighter. Solid. I am glad she's back and I want to unhobble myself so I can get back there and race with her.
My goals have had the rug pulled out from them lately. I wanted to finish Sea Otter - Bzzzzt. I wanted to race at MTB Nationals - Bzzzt. I wanted to race Morgan Hill - Bzzzt. I wanted to race Cat's Hill - Bzzzzt.
So now I am left sort of goal less and lost.
And the injury means I am just riding, not training.
And I am going to Kern just for the experience and bellaship of it all.
And I am having the best time lately.
But I gotta get me some new goals soon.
And some new gym shorts.