When I crossed the line at the New Plymouth World Cup in March, I had an extremely intense pain high in my
adductor. I could not walk without limping, and thought that I had probably
strained a muscle. Frustrating, since my training had been rolling along nicely. I started slowly running about 4 weeks later,
convincing myself that the pain was decreasing, but in reality is was a stabbing pain with every step. I had an MRI to confirm the diagnosis, and the scans showed
that I actually have a stress fracture in my pelvis.
It never even crossed my mind that this could be a bone injury. Before the scan,
I stupidly ran 10k around Elk Lake when my pelvis was screaming to my brain “STOPPP I’M BROKEN DOWN HERE!”. Athlete minds are pretty powerful when it comes to
ignoring these screaming signals of discomfort. This can be a great tool in the middle
of hard training sessions or races, but in this particular case I was ignoring
my fractured pelvis telling me to stop pounding on it. Not awesome.
In the midst of this disaster my coach Joel Filliol parted ways with me. Fortunately I’m in Victoria where I have a smart team of people who are helping me though my obstacles. I’m really grateful for having the opportunity to work with Joel over the past few years, I’ve learned so much from him and the amazing athletes in his squad. I’ll really, really miss it.
In the midst of this disaster my coach Joel Filliol parted ways with me. Fortunately I’m in Victoria where I have a smart team of people who are helping me though my obstacles. I’m really grateful for having the opportunity to work with Joel over the past few years, I’ve learned so much from him and the amazing athletes in his squad. I’ll really, really miss it.
So, I’m in a pretty rotten situation. Not that this is new to me, I have lots of practice dealing with setbacks. I feel like I've posted a similar blog about 16 times now. I've cried all the tears out my
body, so I’m left to figure out logically what to do next. A few people have questioned my
motivation and enjoyment of the sport. Sometimes it's freaking hard to find enjoyment in the day-to-day environment when struggling with a stubborn injury, or not seeing fitness return as quickly
as you want it to. I read a great tweet the other day:
I've been out on my bike recently with no clear timeline of when I’ll be able to race again, but still loving it. I do enjoy the day-to-day process. I have no lack of motivation. Actually, I'm more motivated than ever. It felt so good to toe the line at some early-season races, and it made me hungry for more. Sometimes being an athlete is more frustrating than other times, but I can honestly say that I love it. That’s primarily why I continue stick with this when the light at the end of the tunnel is seemingly so far away. I know it’s there somewhere. Bones heal. I believe I can do it, and most importantly, I’m happy doing it. I'm determined not to let these setbacks derail my whole season, or my whole career.
On a positive note, here are some fun things I've been doing over the past few months. Thanks for still reading my bad-news blog, I promise I'll be back posting race reports eventually!
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Shawnigan Lake
Underwater treadmill running
Swimming in 12 degrees C
Breakfast with Mark Cavendish (kind of)
Riding in the Specialized wind tunnel
Riding in the sunshine
Riding on the ferry
Vitamin D
Visits from the other red-headed Findlay
Dog sitting this guy