Tuesday night, I went to bed with a feeling of physical satisfaction and mental contentment. In the previous week, I had had moments of flashing brilliance in my workouts. My mind and my body were giving me all of the right signs to indicate that it was time to look forward to the 2014 triathlon season.
When I woke up, I swung my legs around to get out of bed.
Huh. That doesn’t feel right. There was a niggle inside of my left hip. A little tender, I thought.
I put my feet on the floor, took a step with my right leg, and howwwwwllllleeeeddd.
In that moment, I realized my hip was a lot more than just a little tender.
After a few tentative steps, I realized that as long as I did not move laterally — like not even a smidgen, I wouldn’t feel that sharp pain.
Each step became a game to avoid the daggers in my hip.
In that moment, I didn’t panic. Of course, the panic did come later.
I’m just tight, I thought.
I convinced myself that it was my cat Lily’s fault. You see, Lily likes to sleep in between my legs, and sometimes this also means that she will lay on my butt. It’s her thing. I then spend most of the night trying not to disturb Princess Lily.
It is quite possible–okay a lot possible–that this nightly routine tweaked my hip.
I had a swim and a bike session on tap that morning, so I thought that the swim would do well to loosen me up.
I told myself that I was “just” tight – as if that would somehow magically make the stabbing pains go away.
As the morning wore on, and I found my way to work, I couldn’t help noticing that the pain in my hip was getting worse. The sharp daggers would come and go (oh, heaven help me on the stairs at work!), and a dull ache settled inside of my hip.
So, I did what any of you would do. I found myself at the computer keyboard; Google search bar ready to go.
“Pain in hip,” I typed.
I found the Mayo Clinic symptom checker website, and began to check the sensations.