Bad hip? Say what?!
Guess what I ate for breakfast with my lovely friend Lauren?!
If you guessed a breakfast sandwich with bacon, egg and cheese on a bagel with home fries, a mountain of ketchup and coffee, you are right!
Onto my hip. Yeah, I have hip dysplasia… my left side. For those of you who are not familiar with this (I’m sure not many are, it’s super rare in humans! dogs, not so much!) Anyways, what is hip dysplasia you ask? In short terms it is an abnormality of the hip socket. For me, instead of having that perfect C shaped socket it is more like an L (I need to get a picture of my x-rays for you all!), therefore the joint is more or less always dislocated. Due to this I have a major inflexibility of my left side. For example, when sitting down to stretch I can lean and reach my right foot fully but I can’t even sit straight up when my left leg is fully extended. Here is some more detail on hip dysplasia.
My inflexibility in stick figure form:
Can I just say one thing? It sucks.
As a kid I was always extremely active so at a young age my mom could tell that something wasn’t right (they didn’t actually diagnose the issue until last summer, even though I was born with it! Dang doctors). My pediatrician always told me to stretch more and that I would get more flexible, but no matter how much I stretched it did not help.
At the age of 5 I began jump rope, at 8 I was a nationally competitive jump roper, yes it exists! Obviously when your hip socked is not formed correctly all that impact is absolutely terrible (this answers anyone’s question who wonders why I DON’T run!) After years of jumping it started to take a toll on my “career of competitive jump rope” I wasn’t able to keep up with my age group for skills. I just didn’t have the flexibility in my left side and my knee was all messed up due to over-compensation for the inflexibility of my hip. I ended up quitting when I entered 8th grade.
Down the road a few years we jump into Junior year of HS, I ran track. I got hip pain, knee pain, heel problems, back problems…if it existed, I had it. I was killing my body but I didn’t know why. I went back to the orthopedic surgeon who I had seen for my knee and told them to take an x-ray of every single major joint in my body because I knew that there was no way there wasn’t something wrong. There it was on the x-ray, “loud and clear” I had hip dysplasia. After years of not knowing and putting my body through the worst things for it, I had to learn to accept it. I was told I couldn’t run, jump do anything impact, so anything I had previously done. This is when lifting became more prominent in my life, because I was/am allowed to do it. There are restrictions, like watching my squats and deadlifts for example *any hip/back dominant exercises* I have to be extremely cautious with. I accept this, I was born this way and the only thing I can do is take care of myself. Does is suck? Uh, yes. Could it be worse? Uh, yes. I can either deal or quit – and I’m not a quitter.
I don’t know if this will quite make sense but I’m going to try for it.. I’ve always been a competitive athlete, dude seriously I could put crossfitter’s to shame with a jump rope 😉 even still (yeah, I still jump on occasion I just am super careful!) I never wanted to give that up, if it were up to me I’d still be competing. I loved the rush, the reward and just the passion for what I did. I feel the exact same way with what I do now, lifting and more importantly training. This is my life, my background, what I was built on. This is why I want to compete in figure, it is like the one thing I can actually compete in without killing my body. I can’t be a runner, a triathlete, a cyclist. I can lift, I can lift heavy, I can drink coffee and moan about cardio and I can rock some hooker heals, so why the hell not compete in it?
I dig stick figure drawings, don’t you?
Love you all! Have a wonderful night!